The Deities of a Cruel World

Birds spread their vast wings,

Reaching to the sun and back.

They mess with all my heartstrings,

Though threatened creatures make it crack.

Passing through the cherry grove,

Colours painted like a woodpecker.

The sun pretending it’s a stove,

I will never leave, never.

Oceans span for decades,

Living their life to the fullest.

Litter the ocean with “online charades”,

Though for the ocean, you're a tourist.

The mountains create an open path,

For me to live my future.

And while I escape the tree bloodbath,

My sadness comes to a cure.