Gnikreklaw Walkerking Poet ABC

Petals and Hymn

Sometimes it looks so grim.
The feeling of gloom on a foggy 
afternoon.
It tastes of petals and hymn.
With a shred of courage on a 
cloudy moonlit night.
The changing of the seasons,
Embody the essence of a 
frightened little child.
The winter solstice, 
Is quite symbolic of a cold 
shoulder,
To rest your head upon in the 
dark of the night.
The stars gaze upon the sky,
Striking back like a thunderous 
roar.
Screeching at each other in a 
haze of glory.
In that moment,
The world grows silent,
 As if a hurricane came through 
the cities,
Leaving a trail of destruction 
behind.
The red giant is the name 
given,
As the star dies and expands,
Engulfing all things in fire so 
hot,
Everything we know melts and 
molds itself,
Into a reminder of what we 
once were.
We are all dead.
A species not meant to survive.
The differences we face have 
no meaning.
We have one thing in common,
That's our DNA.
We share the same common 
ancestor.
We have the same atoms, 
molecules, etc.
It is time we give up our 
delusions,
And start making our world a 
better place,
For our species to live on.

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