Oct 25


Isn't it odd,

How this world has changed

Once the earth was a chunk of rock,

Then it was blue and green

 Life was life and death was death,

Everything in harmony

Sometimes I can imagine what it was like,

No gray buildings or rusty cars

Just colors that were as bright as paint 

At night when only the birds still sang,

And the moon’s white light

Lit up the world as it was,

Now everything has changed, but in my eyes

We are still the same.