Someday, when the world Is cold and grey, We'll miss the lush green Of grass, and Vibrant turquiose Of joyful streams... Maybe then we'll see What we really did, How much we killed our home, To a point of no return. {{Written totally off the top of my head, in 2 minutes flat. Critique please?}}
This is one of mine : Sadness. It hangs in the air, The big grey cloud It's cries of thunder Echo around. "What is it?" I hear you wonder, "What is it saying?" For that is not thunder. I look at the cloud, It weeps tears of rain But that Is not normal, For they're tears of pain. "What Is it?" I hear you demand, "Please explain," "Why is it crying?" For that Is no rain. They are shattered dreams, Echoed into the night For, that is not thunder My dear you are right. "What is the cloud?" I hear you ask, "What is this?" My dear please be patient. The cloud is sadness. It hangs in the air The big grey cloud It's cries of distress Echo around. Thousands of people Contribute and share Their feelings with many, Through this cloud in the air. "What is the cloud?" I hear you ask, "What is this?" My dear, please be patient. The cloud is sadness. If you don't get it, re-read