I am staring at a majesty;
Slumbering mountain hills lie dormant.
Long, dark silhouette cast against
Oranges, whites, blues, yellows
Of a sunset's subtle sublimity.
Green climbs grey
As trees, shrubs, fields
Claw their way up the mountain,
Evading the encroaching city.
From my window
Houses, buildings,
Rooftops, cranes,
Pipes, lights
Together resemble
An invading army;
Marching on the mountain,
Destroying everything
Green and natural
In its way.
Even the treetops I can see
Dotted around the city
Are surrounded by buildings.
Outnumbered.
Little pockets of battles
On the front line.
Trees ambushed
And encircled
In hazy suffocation.
All this under the reluctant
Light of the retreating sun
As it turns its back
On us for another day.
I am staring at a majesty,
And rediscovering how much
I value creativity (again).
I am staring at a majesty,
But had the audacity
To contemplate suicide (again).
Forgive me, For I had just Temporarily forgotten How wonderful life can be.