The ground was tough and compacted, mulch chips buried not too far into the grassy carpet.

Each step felt like walking on cold tile.

The grass seemed to shiver with the wind, recalling some sort of traumatic memory within its roots.

It could only watch.

_Oh, what a beautiful meadow._

_What horrors took place underneath the sky’s yellow?_

The grassy valley was framed by mountains and forest in the distance. The birds that chirped were far off into the sky, as if scared to land. Flowers danced under the suns heat and smiled up at the bulb.

_Oh, what a beautiful meadow._

_What horrors took place underneath the sky’s yellow?_

The wind whispered tales of destruction.

Sharp scissors against wood.

Calls for help that weren’t understood.

Packed nests falling from trees.

Leaves scattered as their mother slammed into the ground.

The trees bodies cut open, gaping their final call to run.

_Oh, what a beautiful meadow._

_What horrors took place underneath the sky’s yellow?_