I felt inspired so i wrote a poem...

Chilling under the sun, pimms in the glass
feeling with her feet the softness of the grass
the biggest grin that you had ever seen
she never wanted the world to turn mean
the warmth of the breeze falls through her hair
smelling the freshness of the autumn air.

The sky fills with clouds, something’s not right,
everyone gasps and stares at the sight,
some run, others freeze in a state of shock
they warned us about this, there was no need to mock
those struggle to call their loved ones
she sits there completely stunned.

It can’t be happening not now, not ever,
those who knew didn’t attempt to endeavor
journalists were already planning their headlines,
trying to find when it was the right time
now it was all too late everything was about to end
nothing would be left for survivors to mend.