When I M Going To Be Blue Monologue

The unusual hot and humid weather caused everything to turn brown, crispy, and dead. The only green thing left is on their way to being a crispy brown disappointing display of colours. Their silvery undersides sparkle and glitter at every puffy, grey, heavy cloud floating by. Begging for just a tiny drink of water. Their cries all the same. Feed me! Feed me! The same thing happens everyday. Time feels as if it is slowing down, spinning slower… and slower… and slower. Until it seems the world has stopped. The all of the sudden….. splop… splop…. until the sky releases its tears of joy. Finally freeing themselves from the heavy weight of their depression. Freeing themselves once again. Its finally storming! These green creatures cry out in joy
As summer comes to a close, so does the vivacious single colored, life of these little green creatures.
The little used to be green monsters turn their desired colours. “I’m going to be red! I’m going to be yellow!” Their cries continue and the colours include orange, gold, brown, and sometimes they even turn black. These tiny creature colours signify the turn of the season.
As they begin to fall off their nests, abandoning their friends,finally freeing themselves from their owner. A new chance at life. The bitter winds pick up and the creatures turn around and around and around until a “green-monster-nado” comes tearing through the neighborhood. Their cries piercing the ears of anyone nearby.
As the tiny creatures end their reign of terror, they land all spread out and perfect on our lawns. They just lay there, collecting the tears of the morning, waiting, for another chance at life.
All of the sudden as huge red pointy thing comes tearing through the lawn, gathering them together so they can be shoved and pushed into a suffocating black or orange bag. Their life seems to be ending here. Suddenly, they fly through the air and land with a