THE WORLD’S PARADOX

Crystal Wang

My head hits the ground.

Feel the soft grass, cool and

Wet from autumn’s rain and

The noble bloodshed

Of heroes.

But I am not one of them.

The heavens gaze down at me

Full of guilt,

Full of pity,

Full of sorrow,

A Spring of Sympathy for my Suffering

A Day of Dismay at man’s Destruction

Of an Earth, constructed beautiful,

Once

Full of life and

Full of hope and

Full of harmony,

Untouched and clean.

I stare into the clouds.

Here a dog, there a dandelion, a mediterranean turned into sahara,

Clear, pure, ignorant to the crimes of mankind.

As a glow brings out a haze,

I make out Rolling mountains,

A sparkling, running river,

Evergreen trees,

All too flawless for this world.

I let myself go.

Let my eyes drift into the clouds.

Let my wounds be cleansed by the river.

Let my heart be mended by nature.