New Time Of Age

This poem is about how nature is being damaged and mistreated.

As the wind blows
The leaves tossle down the brick road
On the other side of the gravel
Wind chimes glisten and echo

As the elements of sound and color
Mesh together forming an image
Of a nippy autumn night

Fierce and red
A box on wheels
Comes steaming ahead
Only to fade nature's masterpiece

Leaves crumble, trees die
Birds falling out of the sky
Awful black powder floats through the sky

All is lost
From the new time in age