Whispers from a voice

A voice from a distant time
Time filled with only noise
Noise that always made me blind


Whispers creeping slow

Slowly crawling in my mind
My mind's begun to flow
Flow like the deserted night


Whispers feeling cold

Cold unlike the blazing fire
Fire glowing bright and bold
Bold as we begin to climb

Left to decay
Poisoned by man
Dirt turns to mud
And mud disrupts land
Hummingbirds chirp
But their wings will not last
Beautiful sadness
Will become part of the past
No trees will be standing
Oxygen will be scarce
Life will be fading
And no one will care