Mushrooms in the Sky

A short poem I had to do 9th grade year of High-school, it was inspired by the Owl City song "Cave In"

A cold foggy winters day,

Becomes a hot and humid May,

Where flowers grow,

Is now death row.

Magnificent buildings, proving man's feats,

Now crumble and fall to the streets,

Where every creature's breath,

Is now a cloud of death.

Where birds fly,

Are Mushrooms in the sky.

Author's Note

Hey! Thanks for reading my poem! It's sort of the start of all "this." (Points to writerscafe) I had fun writing it in the day so a friend and I continued writing and found this site! I hope you enjoyed it, I may revise it for funs sake but at the moment, I'm packing for my fifth and final year of college (ha! I made this my first year of highschool! The irony!) Anyway, leave comments and critiques if you like!
See ya planetside!