The world waits for me as I wait for it.
To show me the place in which we all dwell.
Bare places I favor, I must admit.
Sitting in place until my heart will swell.
Miles above the world I look upon,
blanket of white covers the green below.
Shades of orange and red they will soon don,
once the sun wakes up with its golden glow.
I look up to miles above the world,
blanket of white covers the blue above.
The wind gently makes the autumn leaves swirl,
swift movements in the air, just like a dove.
Yet, meadows will be veiled by ruin’s roar,
humans will see nature’s beauty no more.
finally finished it ha ha ha