It’s a shame that the world has to die
like a growing flower in orbit.
The delicate petals like fingers of children
that will be no more.
It’s a shame that the fallen skies
will surround the rivers with dust
and cover the seas like a woolen blanket
which has been torn in the middle
like the heart of a lost soul.
The paper is blotted,
crystal glass is shattered,
the eye of a lion gauged in a gruesome war.
Doves become black as ashes,
the purity of this earth disappeared
as a crow in the dead of night.
People create the worlds nature,
now people are destroying the nature
that creatures created.