Nature

Nature

Beauty left the world deceived,
Our hopes for which we shall grieve.
Endless clouds of black and grey,
Burning barns of Golden Hay.
Concrete monsters ravage towns,
Cities weep on polluted grounds.
Stars fall from such great height,
Forever under the Yellow Night.

Our dreams return to ages past,
When man's delight would surely last.
The day was filled with glorious light,
The night exposed a wondrous sight.
Water flowed across the land,
Reaching out to untouched sands.
Oh, we had such sacred peace,
Blessed, purer, and less meek.

What marvelous creatures we must be,
We'll produce a world so great to see.
With towers plastered in blacked smoke,
We'll make great wonders, then finally choke.
Our Homes destroyed and left to be,
Our roads will crumble into the sea.
This world will perish through our plan,
Then we'll fall alone as man.

What sweet eulogy will mark our place,
Should visitors come from outer space?
Should we go for flowery verse,
Or admit we are perverse?
Please allow my arrogant plan,
A verse that truly sums up man:
"Oh, how great we once where,
Barbaric mammals lacking fur."