The Perishing Ones

Those visions,

They’re fading away,

They’re creating collisions

With the brand new day,

The birds in the sky,

Now in the unnoticeable waters,

The fish that were free,

Now have left the sea,

The animals gone,

A topic future generations might not even lay,

As people cover their costs,

The animals that stand harmless,

Are turned into objects regardless,

Just so they can satisfy one’s savor,

Helplessly left,

Till it lays on the surface,

And waits,

Alone,

To be perished,

The homes of many,

On Earth and in waters,

Quickly destroyed and left,

For satisfaction,

From nature,

But what we left,

Was disaster,

A gift of God,

Abused and used,

All going away,

But once gone,

Always gone,

And soon,

Not them,

But us,