Waves of hot air pulsing in the wind
I gulp the burning. Nonchalantly.
I chase and chase but cannot grasp
As the moments disperse into the past.
Children dangling from the trees
Smiles so bright they show their teeth
Sweet fruits from Eden fall to the ground
And I am in awe of the wonders abound.
I cannot help but ponder: What is the cost
To restore our own paradise lost?