The Clock

The time was ticking backwards,

When the life was uncomplicated and full,

The sky and the green embraced in unison,

The fragrance of innocence blossomed,

The branches of love was rooted in trust,

Leaves of compassion waved in the air of peace,

The time was raining in joy…

The time slowly moved forward,

As the lives construed in need,

The sky and green turned grey,

The pollute of need fumed in the air,

The roots of desire withered the love,

And the leaves rotted in the hour of greed…

The clock was ticking fast,

Bleeding in Red,

The guns were loaded,

The missiles flamed,

And the final target  locked,

Bang, the loud sound dissolved in vacuum,

As the clock was ceased by the moment...