The ghostly souls of the abandoned ruin.
The shack sat in the rough green like a bird fallen short.
The wise old gate was battered by the harsh destructive weather. Abandoned and lonely, it opened itself up and looked at the ocean waiting for new visitors. Exhausted and groaning it slumped down letting death take its soul. The friendly concrete posts are the only thing holding up the fragile gate.
The sad lonely tree stood there abandoned and feeling lost. It stood still welcoming in the bright sun onto its spindly new spring shoots. The ill coloured moss was clinging to its chunky trunk.
The old lonely window sat tangled and unloved in the wall. Run down and abused by the storm, the vines choked its rusty frame.
The abandoned, mindless chair sat lifeless and shredded in the dark ghostly room. Old and dilapidated it was sad and alone. The sun peeked through the broken window, gazing at the gloomy worn chair.