The Fall

Fall time ascends to my preoccupied mind, Colours clashing so loudly amongst silent flora, But as I stare I feel, so boldly, a translucent aura, So disodent next to brothers and sisters they sing proudly: "We are all created equally different and still, You will find us standing together wholly indifferent, The ground and sky that hold us: bind us forever." Why do people think themselves different? My vision shrinks to the cold metal box by my meal, To a screen of brothers and sisters screaming loudly: "We are all created unequally different, Find us standing together; it will turn to incident, Respectfully heed what we say, then you will see, The ground and sky that separates us is not free"