It was when I saw
the sun kissing the horizon goodbye,
full of promise of them meeting again;
the rain sacrificing itself to cool
the ground from the burns it
subjected itself just to feel the sun,
the heat seeping into its core;
the leaves falling from trees
with slow sways of hope
guided by wisps of wind
wishing that when they are shredded,
they will grow, live again,
in the arms of their tree..
It was when I saw things this way
that I knew
I was screwed.