Blossoming flowers perch on the draping arms of willow trees
Early morning dew rests on the lovely, pure morning grass like a blanket, pulled over a sleeping child
A small, under-grown sun pushes through the last of the mountains and clouds until it peaks its head out to see the world again this morning
Underbrush blankets the earthy ground and shelters many animal's homes from the oncoming precipitation
Tall, towering trees cover the rainforest floor and provides a home for many exotic animals
Yellow wood finches whir around the farmland, passing the cows and horses as they gaze at the little bird with an urge to follow

Soul-sucking monsters imprison innocent people whose rights shriek like banshees without ever making a sound
Oil slithers from the land while it sobs and mourns for its lost organ with a dying breath
Children and adults alike are undead, motionless skeletons wandering the streets, scrounging for opportunities for a better life
Inequality plagues the soul, devouring the happiness, and encasing the sunshine in a fatal quicksand of darkness that can never be escaped
Emptiness lurks in the stomachs of millions of humans, eventually becoming so powerful as to envelop and consume the life of the individual in a painstaking process of torture and suffering
Trees, the homes of millions of creatures, cry out in pain as they crash to the ground, their innards harvested by human greed
Young children's screams slice through the silence of the night, and the comfort of warmth and love evades their souls