Smog
I haven't posted since April and now I live across the Country. Here's a reflection.
There’s beauty in the smog.
A greater beauty still than the sun shining through.
It’s working harder and disguised as a cloud.
Man can make clouds, but we abhor them.
Like Frankenstein’s Monster rejected by it’s creator.
Smog gives a chance to see the world with softer lighting.
General view of people living without lines on faces and wear on roads.
Without smog fresh air would never seem so fresh.
Only average, normal and underappreciated
The smog is a blanket under which we hide.
Not ready for the Sun’s blinding light.
Smog, Keep me in the dark awhile longer.
There’s beauty in the smog.
A greater beauty still than the sun shining through.
It’s working harder and disguised as a cloud.
Man can make clouds, but we abhor them.
Like Frankenstein’s Monster rejected by it’s creator.
Smog gives a chance to see the world with softer lighting.
General view of people living without lines on faces and wear on roads.
Without smog fresh air would never seem so fresh.
Only average, normal and underappreciated
The smog is a blanket under which we hide.
Not ready for the Sun’s blinding light.
Smog, Keep me in the dark awhile longer.