A poem about the mysterious change in nature.
The sun rises over the mysterious moon spreading dazzling strings of light through the perfect cotton clouds and onto the diamond morning dew perched on the countless blades of Irish green grass. Calmly the nature waits for the first call of birds and then the distant rumble of sleepy human activity. Fresh tranquil morning breezes invite the still dozing roses, citrus trees and bushes to snap out of it and begin the new day.
Noon arrives and the heat climbs up leaving the flora and fauna to stumble into a short hibernation. Seconds grow into minutes; a minute grows into a hour and soon the bustling dies down and draws to an expected end.
Dusk fell leaving birds and wildlife to climb back into their dwelling. Songs of the environment disappear and a secluded evening leaves nothing but undisturbed cicada calls and pure placidity. Then in the pitch black darkness, nothing is awake. The day is over.
Suddenly…..
Bang! Clash! Bang! The ever so loud city roared to life. The sunlight was tainted and clouds were a hint gray. Traffic congestions caused havoc and disturbance and the millions of civilians woke up to the same chaotic start. Weather, streets and redolence resembled a far different city from yesterday.
Midday came and went with nothing changing except for the dull non colorful weather. Pleasant and joyous memories of before had faded into the disorder of now. Wildlife was rare as the industrialism rules over the district. Pleas of help cried from random corners of the arid dry land.
Twilight touched and landed turning the day pandemonium into neon and flashing night lights. Everyone was still wake. The cars still honking, the businesses still selling. Mankind only met with tiredness after their duties in the nation exhausted them.
Sleep slowly crept over the mind as the thoughts of the sweet yesterday barely lingered. The fresh environment with the trees, flowers, wildlife, and the aroma of grass all merged with the dirty atmosphere with pollution and forms of non civilization. The only peace and quiet was the dark silence.
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