Climaxing but polluted
Head in the clouds
Look at me
Clouds closer
to grace
in the eye of the beholder
Their's beauty
Bolder than the blackness
Is the polarity
Of you trying to do
More for reality
Society slowly
Breathing
Breathing slowly the truth
Of Damaging Industry
Climactic change
has caught our towns
By burning papers
And cut trees
Seem to age well
Understood
They cannot bleed
The tree covers the canopy
Of the Sun bleeding through the tree