Dislike

As the nations grow more hostile, the leaves on the trees grow ever more green

Hate

They will not speak as the days grow long and hot

Terror

A horrible thing that one side resorts to as the leaves change color

War

Red blood stains the crisp white snow

Everything is wrong

The fighting disorients the soldiers

Who are they fighting?

Is it him?

Or that person?

End

The war is over

But many are lost

The victory goes

To only one nation

Who will it be?