It’s another sunset, a beautiful one,
But the burning orb, throbs in pain.
Innumerable beauties that once made her rich;
Wine red sunrises and golden sunsets
All in vain.
The devastation, the havoc, that the body bears,
Intolerable now, a deep unrest,
And so amidst dark clouds looming in the sky,
Volcanoes erupt intermittently, once at rest,
Threatening to obliterate every single form of life.
The golden orb is melting away,
And with it will come an end to our stay,
Let humankind rise up to the occasion,
Let the sun glow and the earth thrive,
Amidst new hopes, and a new longing
For yet another bold and beautiful day.
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