The sky's cries for help
Are overwhelmed by the smog
Created by us.
The smog takes over
Any fresh air we had left
And pollutes our minds.
Rainfall patterns change.
Oxygen levels decrease.
Ice caps melt quickly.
Distress signals from
Our home asks us to improve.
Urban cities thrive.
About the Creator
Annie
Hello! 🫶 Writing and I have an on-again off-again relationship, as I've lost time or motivation to do it in the past. When I'm inspired, I can't stop. I love it in all forms- fiction, nonfiction, poetry... Thanks for visiting my profile!
Swan
“During the Metal Age, humans took photographs of everything beautiful, which was everything, yet machines did not even wear shoes. The Fauxna thought of a better way. They colored all of the light rose, for a corrupted source cannot be verified.” - Origin Parable, 011
By Nicky Franklya day ago in Fiction
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