Freestyle 1

When the wind blows, the sun (set) saddens

A set of chronicles so naturally pleasing

Where the flowers are crying for help

Yelling for their tears to stop - so their rays flourish one last time

Climate clinically changing, water utterly poisoning

The ground's green frowns from dawn to daylight

Putting their emotions aside; nonchalant and time-consuming

A reality so undermining

My world isn't colliding; isn't left-and-w(right)ing

This obnoxious scent; politically blinding- economically smiling

Earth, a term so filthy rich, a planet with plans for death

I feel blue; not like my ocean, not like my river, not like a nostalgic fever

I feel green; envy for the next recycling bin, envy from composing this compost; envy for reusing these words so ecological.

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When the wind blows, the sun (set) saddens

The sun isn't yellow, and the moon isn't white

A metaphor so deep the meteorite isn't even a component of the sky

Blow away the stars so bright and make a wish; make sure it will be right; make sure the hypocrites don't ruin it this time

Make sure the flowers don't cry, make sure the cycle blossoms its final wipe

A final tear, but there are no tears left to cry

Sneeze and Explode so we can fathom in peace

Peace and Eternity; a universe so expanding

Milk my way into this black hole; where predictions withhold

My new adventure stands here; stands next to the planet of truth

A truth that powers up all the lies in our youth.