Cool wind breezes one’s face
Helps to slow their rushing pace
All the problems that you aced
Exquisite things you begin to embrace

The world seems like a misplaced rainbow
Different colors in every spot calm and ease every sorrow

But could this still be a living scenery,
When the world is starting to become a dystopian machinery?

The answer is becoming to be a period no
Even when it may feel slow
As every nature resource is being collected,
Destruction awaits and steadily projected