• Life passes by
    not a glance to the past
    as it will be
    some things never will last.
    A longing glance
    to a once peaceful world
    then shattered by pain
    corruptness and war.
    Are we left no more options?
    no more places to turn
    as forceful as is
    a lesson needed to be learned.
    Our future a dark one
    over shadows our past
    and faces us with
    the world we’ve trashed.
    So as we move on
    future be as it may
    small signs of hope
    to live another day.
    A water color sunset
    a small bird singing loud
    one quiet moment
    watching slow moving clouds.
    Can we not treasure
    all that we have
    and pay what we owe
    to gain all lost back.
    A world still changing
    running towards its demise
    or a treasure for all time
    past another sunrise.