The effects of pollution, and people still can’t see it, until it’s, too late to reverse the outcomes, translated…
There’s a Flower on the Mouth of a River
Following the Treks of the Drying Up of the River
Growing Against the Tides, at the Bottom of the River Mother
In Summer, as the Stench Flowed from the Opposite Side
and no, the brown wasn’t from the mud that got washed down after the rain…photo from online…
The Clouds Dyed to Red, Underneath the Sunny Skies
Opening Up the Smiles of Fairytale Princesses
But, there was, the Magic of Witches, Hidden in
In the Soundlessness, Suddenly
Destroying the Villages
The Farmers Headed Out
with Heavy-Metal Coursing Through Their Veins
Headed to the Mouth of the River, Waited for the Southern Winds
Called Out in Desperation
Suddenly, a Flower
Became Thousands of Flower
In the Magic of Montage
Opened Up its Confused Eyes
an easier “spill” to clean, compared to the chemical pollution kind! Photo from online…
Stared at the Loss of Soul
But Equally Colorful Body of Hers
And so, the Flower Finally Understood How Despair was this Place She Bloomed from
Because, the Melon Patches were Already Withered Away
And, the Farmers Got Stuck in the Fields of Sand Knee-Deep
Once More, the Plants Flowered, but Bore No Fruits
Once More, the Watermelons, Disappeared.
I Know, that Once Light Breeze from the Oceans
are Like the Bird Calls that Bring Good Tidings
Like How the Flowers, the Expectations, and Uncle Wan-Shun
All Gathered Together by the Seashore Underneath the Warmth of the Sun
Rolling Over the Laughter that Grew by the Bundles like the Fruits
And Yet, as the Southern Wind Blew by
Everything that Once Was, Became, a Nightmare
and You are, just a Flower, in Fully Bloom, at the Mouth of the River, Underneath This Polluted Sky
And so, there’s the before AND the after, of what this place looked like, and now, this world that this flower was “born” into, was nothing more than, polluted air, and unclean water…
Life, the Obstacle Course 