Man kind made beauty scorn between its own guilt
What have you done? The trees whisper...
Im sorry...I whisper back
But can I say such words when it is I that dropped that plasticwaste
On mother nature's bosom...
Why are my eyes allowed to see such beauty
and my hands able to cause such disgrace?
Warm sun lighting up my window
Cold snow against the glass...
Red leaves fall in front... as flowers bloom beside
But the grass around isn't green
The soil beneath is not brown
The only color seen is a fading glimpse of hope
only we can make shine
1 comment:
I really like how you wrote the color using color....very smart. ^.^
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