it is a lovely sunny summer day
and yet the atmosphere feels different
as if a chilling haze had cast a net
over the luscious green of nature
darkened the pond‘s bright sparkles
made flowers droop their faces to the ground
trees sway their branches somberly
people look strangely serious
I guess it is the news that reaches us
along the ether waves
feeds our mobile phones tvs and radios
all about deaths corruption wannabe dictators
catastrophies lack of support
no wonder the views of our world
are rather solemn
even on the brightest days