Eyes blink as a month passes,
flashing in front of me.
A day to remember, a moment to forget,
lazy summer days pass in a haze
as the night owl appears on the tree.
Gazing down at the world below
are small leaves flying away in the breeze.
They travel in a state of bliss
from one place to another,
the journey far and long
before winter brings its inevitable death.
Freedom is merely a facade,
masking the bare, dry months
of incessant flames.
The world is burning,
the haze a mist,
but even water can’t put the fire out.
flashing in front of me.
A day to remember, a moment to forget,
lazy summer days pass in a haze
as the night owl appears on the tree.
Gazing down at the world below
are small leaves flying away in the breeze.
They travel in a state of bliss
from one place to another,
the journey far and long
before winter brings its inevitable death.
Freedom is merely a facade,
masking the bare, dry months
of incessant flames.
The world is burning,
the haze a mist,
but even water can’t put the fire out.