Oct 3, 2020
Lost
It was like a vivid dream. A mystery that was untold it seemed. The trees that were once gracefully dancing, Continuously vanish as if it were struck by lightning.
What lies below the sea, Is not something you would like to see. The blue green color of the glistening water, Now seems to be getting darker.
As I walk through the earth and ask if it could be just like it was at birth, the wind just blows as if saying "I don't know." - Yannah Carreon