The burrows were empty there.
The winds blew all the time
Howled at any passers-by who tried to cross the field.
The dog sat blind under the pole.
And the sun burning everything for revenge.
What happens when this day ends?
The world for them will not change,
They will age and rot when time slips away.
The young girl looked steadily away
From her windows to the vast endlessness,
Her dog did not return.
The leaves never turned green again, the tree dried.
The winds carried sand into her eyes and made her cry. Her two teeth that had come up now were the only sign of aging,
Yet she was so spotless.
She did not know what time did. She did not care.
She had a song to sing.
She waited for the time when she could,
She needed to grow up.
Only thing she did not realise was time demanded a lot. It took away everything in the end.
She would sing but at the cost of being alone.