— A poem by me —

I fly through a world
so perfectly still
So many colors
So many sounds

My senses tingle
And my mouth gives a smile
As I fly through the world
It gives me so much joy

But over time
The world grows dim
A beautiful oasis
Now a burnt waste land

It may seem still beautiful
But your eyes trick your mind
So many problems
And no solutions in sight

You may see many trees
But they will soon be stumps
Many flowers
But they will soon be dead

There may be many resources
But they will soon be gone
What may now seem common
Will be a luxury soon enough