the world is colourless colourless, because it's abandoned colourless, because it's empty colourless, because it's dead colourless, because salvation requires there to be something left to salvage.
selfishness, greed, the lies we told, there will always be consequence there is no one left to pin the blame on because now, we are all guilty.
but there is hope.
after we are gone, it will finally rain.
after we are gone, the sky will slowly clear.
after we are gone, a green stem will grow from the earth.
after we are gone, nature will survive.
after we are gone, the world will bring itself back to the prosperity that it had before we came.
after we are gone, the world will reconcile it will return to what it was without us there to destroy it again.
because, before we were gone, we forgot that it was not the nature that depended on us but we the ones that depended on nature.
perhaps it was time for us to take our leave.
perhaps it was for the best that humanity was its own fatal flaw, its own destruction.
an ending note for the three-part poems titled as the past, the present and the future.