I long for a flourishing earth, Unharmed by human mirth. A place where nature rests, And stops weeping unheard protests. I dream of a water pure, Untainted by cloudy smears. Sparkling with life and glee, And discernable from dismissed debris. A scene where plants grow unbound, Trees unafraid of being downed. Not a kingdom of stumps, That are lost in cities and dumps. My mind sees these dreams, Of a paradise that faraway gleams. But my eyes see a bane, Filled with approaching misery and pain. I see the world fall before me, Birds dying with a perishing tree. I see this occur before me, But I stand still in this purgatory. People scream to end this rot, Others sleep in their stolen plot. Shifting blame to foreign men, Leaving aches to the future then? But a day I wake to a new world come, A world without water or plants or plums, I see the new land I inherited, The result of my own conceitedness.
Hello. And Bye.
Hello. And Bye.