Do birds sing in the Autumn,

So pure, it even hurts inside,Like love that in the morn is born,And saves us from Life’s bitter thorn.

In an electrified, hypnotically dangerous environmentComputerized and dehumanized, this World of Social MediaWith its endless and mostly pointless Chitter-Chats,And that’s That.

There isn’t much around.Ever so far must we travel,To another star to posses it?Or are we strong enough,To demand it and posses it.For if Justice prevails,There is still time for Peace.So stop fooling around,Men of bad will and decease,The deadly merry go round of deceit,That will never bring Justice or Peace.

And then the layers start to peel,And then some things just lose appeal,And then you wonder, how to stealSome kind of logicFrom Life’s Wheel,That turns and turnsIn the same place,As ruts run deep,And out of grace.

I’ve encountered some in time,It’s scary to see how humans,Can become such low down slime.

The beauty of Nature,Spring Life that has sprung,How green was my valley,How tall were my trees,And how I did love you,In the Summer night breeze.There always should be,Songs to be sung,When you look at Nature,And how this world was done.