Crunch is the dry leaf,
Amid the silent forest,
Like a whispered breeze.
Crackle is the fox,
Evoking silent spirits,
By rustling the leaves.
Creak the cicada,
Silencing the elements,
Heralding the storm.
Crash — angry thunder,
Silencing the howling wolves,
Jarring all creation.
Calamity — fire!
Silently death claims its first,
Rabbits flee the brush.
Clack the trees collapse,
Echoing through the crackling woods,
A silence is found.
