Oblivion

A morning chilled by cuckoo's song,

in a beautiful earth once existed upon,

Chanted by bees , fragmented with flowers,

embellished by trees, adorned with stars.

With wide open fields and blue roofs too high,

Where childish imaginations reaches the sky.

He remember once when he was young ,

the greener world with a brighter sun,

The climbers curled up in long round coils,

Filled with fragrance and sweetness of soil.

The flowers so gloomy and the shade too dark,

truly! heaven resided in the valley of those flowers.

An occasional cool breeze,

so gentle and pure,

took him to his childhood,

to those games and chores.

Remembers the old man in his second childish stage,

the memories of his childhood feats.

Distracted by noise he looks around,

to the evil shadows occupying the ground.

No breath feels fresh,

no fields can be seen,

no humming of birds,no buzzing of bees .

No trees can be seen not the long lost greenery,

but the malice of humans,

that can only be found.

The devil's wrath is raging on,

in which his memories shall die along.

Eyes wet with tears and his mind filled with fear,

to see the end approaching near.

Weeps the old man for the others' sake,

and everything being drawn into oblivion state.