I realize when I awake, the phenomena.
Everyday, from the first opening that my eyes take…
I see – the beauty of life.
I feel fear, far from despair.
But acknowledgement of the breadth of the Universe.
God, how does he truly work?
I was walking yesterday.
I realized how selfish we are as human beings…
Do we not realize that we are not the sole product or creation?
That so are the trees?
I saw the length of the branches, and the marvel of its height.
I felt empathy and was inclined to store it into my memory;
Later to use it as an aesthetic, for this current poetry.
Perhaps the Earth is dying and we are the sole blame.
We don’t care, and it’s a real shame.
I feel weight in my heart.
Because I feel powerless, yet, powerful.
I feel the strength of my purpose and all that I actually do.
I am an athlete and writer, but I am no scientist or environmentalist.
I feel like crying to death.
The passion that I carry.
I am stabbed in my heart, and I will take that pain if it ever would remain that I saved this planet.
Romanticism at its purest, I am just wishing for the cure of this.
Pain, misery, destruction, depression, death.
I am, and will do my best, to play my part.
Hopefully we can work together, redefine what it means.
To win, as a team, of humanity.