When the skies are filled with joyous clouds
Which gallop and leap, like spring bunnies, upon leaving the burrow for the first time.
The sun. The star that lights up the whole planet, and the millions of people which inhabit
Its terrains.
Mother nature had created this wondrous place, for beings and creatures to wilfully survive
Yet we laugh in her face with sweet anguish, as for we are now the creators of land.
We rip out the hearts of our ancient trees, too inform and teach one another of their necessity on our lives.
And our children, the life we leave for them filled with mind numbing absent presence. A life locked inside their own brains or their own devices. Where our social life dictates where on the virtual institution we sit. Hierarchies.
“live your best life” words meant to inspire, meant to warm even the coldest of hearts and teach them to capture the morning sun.
Are now a hashtag trend, which we use to display our fake smiles. Yet the eyes. The eyes harbour the desolation that is entombed within one’s soul.
The blackness. that lives within the skin we don. Our minds have been conditioned to years of mental abuse and slowly ground down. For we are no longer ourselves, to be happy in one’s skin and life is sparsely genuine.
We tend not to recognise our own mind, or it of us. As we are no longer one. And its health is not a priority. Oh, how id long to be a simple daisy. They grin with such elegance.
Our nature ever so consciously unaware of its impending doom. How do we dream to nourish something else when we crave to neglect our own body and mind?

The human brain, the worlds most equipped super computer. Capable of unspeakable triumphs may just one day save us from the terrible place we now call home.