By: Abaigeal Skye
From green to gold,
From new to old.
Everything's crumbling,
So ball it up before it unfolds,
Shoot it in the trash before it leaves you cold.
Don't do what you're told,  **don't do what you're told.

Woke up shivering,
Pulled the blankets over my head.
Gazed outside looking for breath,
But found even the ground was dead,
And the bees weren't buzzing;
The air howling, unfed.
I'll look for the day's redemption
Where the sunshine has led.

Chills murdered greenery in the calm of the night,
And they fell slowly,
Like injured birds taking flight.
They all shed their skin,
Leaving the world threadbare.
Creation looked in the mirror
Admiring the wise being with graying hair.