Ghostly Shadows Set a Murky Stage

A dreary sun shoots its milk-warm and colorless sun rays that in this jovial season should be harmonious and radiant; raves themselves are wearing the funeral dress... they croak, lament, and cringe at ghostly shadows that set a murky stage toward early sunset... shouldn't everyone raise their melancholic chant? If gold lures avid seekers so does our luminescent sun which slowly crosses unobserved the Euclidean space through serene skies or even through tempestuous ones; believer or non-believer, its crossing affects lives that abase: while the preacher prays, and the astronomer discovers galaxies outside our universe and asks the question twice... we'll be leading a hard existence indulging in occasional fun! The macabre fluctuating elms scare away the crickets and the glowing owls from their posts chosen for quietness; infuriated are the Green-winged teals who flew miles from the snowy North to find the warmest nests... they gather closer and defy the menacing winds! Little they understand that who is responsible is Man himself whose greed has devastated forests with fires causing death! Ghostly shadows set a murky stage, who dares to act portrays courage; the villains watch, they don't applaud... doom is a hated word, a demise not contemplated. Greta, a remarkable advocate, makes her entrance; her voice echoes and they are hushed by silence: " Our planet is dying, so will you people of little concern; thinking I came here not to speak about danger and afflict scorn: before a disaster occurs, take appropriate action to save yourselves and this planet which is in imminent extinction! "