(Written on 2022-12-04)

The coke cans hanging on the sharp
Edge of the metal wire gate.
The plastic bags swirling around
(The result of deliberate actions)
The pile of garbage seeping into the
Moist black ground, the ground with only
Two speckles of grass begging for mercy.

Against the sky with a shade of blue so
Gorgeous you now understand why the
Colour had been named ‘sky blue
Fluffy square-shaped clouds slowly
Gliding in perfect symmetrical rows.
The sun shyly poking its arms through,
Showing off its bright shade of yellow.

How come clean and real beauty
Greets you only when you lift your eyes?
Why is it only the sky that is never dirty?
Are humankind not a part of nature
anymore?