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 glasses 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 world’s nature,

Now people are destroying the nature that creatures created