Rise and Fall

Awaiting the sun to rise from the ground,

Waiting for the figure that can talk without a sound,

The light from them makes me blind,

As the birds fly in the sky.

I wish I could say that this makes me happy,

But our society is still just crappy

Seeing all the bees flying around peacefully 

As we steal their honey and turn it to money.

If we don’t start to get things right,

The ozone will collapse stealing our sight,

The sun's rays will devour our core

As the environment will feel so sore.