Short

Not much to say for the poem, it says a lot. How do you interpret it?

Glorious mountains,

Bountiful fields,

Clouds of steel

Softly trailing above.

 

Zephyr blowing,

Sun's bright glowing;

Zinnias growing while

Ducks calmly go.

 

What will there be

That's yet to come?

Pollution, destruction, electrocution?

Sad to see such

A sight so trite,

That's how it is in the world I cite.

Author's Note

Any suggestions for improvement?