I see deserts piling high on the rivers
trails.
I see smoke stack the morn which were
sweet and foggy.
The snow that pure has come to its
close,
The heaps of waste take up the track of woods.
Where are
the birds that used to dot the sky?
Where are
the fish that used to swim this stream?
Where are
those butterflies that adorned the air?
Are these
beauty confined to memories?
How can I
breath my air; once were
Pure and
pristine, soothing my soul.
How can I
again trust my breath?
O Life what
about you tomorrow?
O life
potent in its kernel
O life
never come, never let thy be
To
permeate, this hazard tomorrow.
I wish
there’s a clock which I could rewind.
Time to
realize it’s all truly worth.
The sign is
now, here in the air
Where are
the birds that used to dot the sky?
Where are
the fish that used to swim this stream?
Where are
those butterflies that adorned the air?
Are these
beauty confined to memories?
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