You end up with nothing

A water enters cold and wet dousing fires, orange in blue ,a sweet thought, a cold wind. A heat in the concrete cement granules vanishes on a parapet to night and a night crumbles darkly. A tree dies, a fruit ripens ,a flower falls its red feet up. An earth shivers down tree ,a sky falls ,the cloud breaks.

A colour flies ,a wind wavers ,an orange creeps up gently .A hill fattens, a tree is blue .A lake streaks in pure silver.

You end up with a nothing ,just a ball of fire in the east.