Lifeless (Micro-Fiction)

It was never the way of the forest, never the way of the trees, but life moves on and so did they.
They vanished overnight in cascades of spilled foliage leaving nothing but carpeted colour in their wake. For a week, our world glowed, then the winds came.
In gusts of kaleidoscopic brilliance life blew away. Now, we live on a lifeless rock. Every day is grey.

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