This is where red and orange vibrant lights cover the trees and a dark long cloud covers the sun.
This is where a cylinder-like shaped wind destroyed the crowded and noisy city.
This is where people lie on the streets begging for food and money.
This is where big groups of people hold up posters and shout at the top of their lungs.
This is where turtles die with fishnets tangled around them.
This is where winter has never gone by in towns.
This is where more than a mile cannot be seen from where people are.
This is where hope still remains in people and hope for the best.
About the Author
Esther is 13 years old and currently in 8th grade at the Elisabeth Morrow School. She has enjoyed writing short stories and poems since young age. She also enjoys playing the piano and won several competitions. She recently began studying the flute at the Manhattan School of Music Precollege as well. Additionally, she enjoys painting as well and won several competitions.
