The thirst will be quenched,
Veins will be moistened,
Coolness brought to boiling blood,
Calming the fast beating hearts.
Nightmares will be vanquished,
Dreams will be made,
Guardian angels will protect the innocent,
And keep the demons at bay.
Helium stars that shine bright,
Burst into color when they die,
A supernova in the sky,
Like a firework in outer space.
These sights would become clearer,
If mankind joint hands,
If the woodworks were left to grow,
If chemicals were not burnt to black smoke.
These beautiful things,
Mankind and Mother Nature,
Imagination and innovation,
Do we really want them erased from existence?
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
