The Impossible Dream

Cicadas sing in the leave of day,
A summery feeling consistent throughout the air,
Nature presents an emotion nobody can convey,
A slight breeze surrounds me, catching me unaware.

Maybe it could go back to how it once was,
Maybe I am dreaming the impossible dream,
Maybe this growth is just a façade,
A fake reality that will never fade.

Leaves rustle in the breeze,
Leaves litter the floor,
A gust of wind rustling the trees,
Beauty is at nature's core.

Human-kind has developed,
Disaster seems to follow this race,
The world as we know will be enveloped,  
Earth will end in disgrace.

Bush fires, and a deadly disease, 
Our race has caused such misery, 
There is nothing we can do to appease,
Nothing can fix our world except witchery.