Erde

I see trees of green, red roses too

I see them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world

What remains is a haunting reminder of humanity’s own mistakes. Or—maybe their triumphs? I cannot remember. Hush now. They can hear you. Nowhere is safe, no where to run—shh, they can smell you. The day is not safe, the night even worse. But alas—be still. They can see you.

They are coming for you.

It won’t be long now…