Hope!

Once , there lived an atmosphere where ground reflects the shades of green with intervene,
Once, that sky had that deep blue lew and those rare birds flew with a great spew crew,
There are those waves where creatures lived with rave, crave and moved with care but not with fare.
Once there is that rare deep cool breeze that drags you to a place that brags you in a silence that lags you.

Once is gone ounce by ounce & inch by inch & matter by matter
but all that we are left with are glean green seen on screens.
Rare birds still flew with not great spew crew but with rue
And after Once is gone and those raving waves still lived but not with creatures that live but once lived.
And we are slowly moving to a moment where we brag of a place called 'breeze', still exists with ease.
But we see this and only we can see this ! , but change happens with choosing what we have to believe in and that's truth ! 😉