Just write what comes to mind

Trees are being cut
I miss the lush green I saw on my way to home

Recently, every time I pass along this tree-lined road, sunlight flickers across the windshield, flashing memories in fragments before my eyes. I go back to a late afternoon in the village, now wiped away by war. I sit in the backyard, below the shadows of those old trees..I smell jam and roses. I see morning light falling across the cold bedroom...things I haven't seen and felt in years. I know no version of me could ever be young enough to live there again...and I can't quite name what I feel.

thundering clouds
dark skies
I feel like crying
Cars passing by
this life is pointless