My watch whispers faithfully the turning of the universe The trees breathe in static silence outside my window The wind caressing their bodies, like a cold serpent Their red leaves falling like tears
Humanity sleeps, waiting for the morning Waiting for the fresh, the new, the different Waiting for their prospects of rebirth to be realised Waiting for the sun to bleed colours of crimson and coral over the silent sky
But nothing ever changes
The cycle repeats itself Agony is poured down Earth’s open wound Like acid Melting away at what we once cherished
When will it end? When the last creature cries for their fallen mother? When the last tree falls from the vicious storm? When the last scream echoes through the barren wasteland that we created?
The sun anxiously peers over the horizon Humanity exploits the new day
Work Play Live Die
The rhythm of the universe beats like the breath of trees The evanescence of life pulses like the veins of the universe Gone in a moment Gone