A Glimpse Of The Past

• Beenash Saiyed , Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2016

My eyes flutter open,
Revealing dew and air golden,
The wind carrying sounds of "You have been chosen"
The sight before me leaves me breathless,
True beauty wrapping around me like a necklace,
Its magnitude making me senseless
Was this what it was like before,
When the world was something to explore,
A picture stolen out of folklore,
Now a barren land
Destroyed by our own hands
A war torn wasteland
My eyes fill with tears
As I remember the warnings that fell on deaf ears
Reality now filled with morbid fears
As I feel the serenity transcend,
I know this can't be the end,
We have to make amends.