Time never holds its breath When you can’t catch yours.
The sun does not forget to rise,
from behind closed doors.
Strength will appear from nowhere,
It slips beneath a storm filled cloud.
Allowing you to breathe in its beauty,
And hear nature sigh out aloud.
Our world continues turning,
Despite sadness in our eyes.
Or the sound of the earth failing,
The throbbing beat of babies cries.
Our Earth begins to rumble,
Beneath the seafloor.
For the Wildlife, there is no saving,
Sea creatures have long gone,
Except for the cries of number 52
As he sings his lonely song.
When our world is bare and barren,
Can no longer deliver what we need.
Too late they see the destruction,
As floods drown out the last seed.
