EmeraldFission

Shadows shift under the sweating trees, Even the shade cannot keep itself cool, A half-eaten watermelon sits idly on the porch, Missing the black beads that lie scattered amidst the dry grass. The sounds of children surround this place, Shouting, laughing, running footsteps, All absorbed by the shadows. The shadows stretch out from their hiding places, Consuming the tiny blades of grass in the freshly  mown lawn, Night is coming quick, And the shadows will soon become a casualty of the Earth's eternal spinning They inch their way toward the horizon, consuming all. Changing perception second by second, Causing orange to become blu