#WritcoPoemPrompt119

The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
Made me fall into the slumber,
Singing a lullaby like a mother,
Nights of good sleep, I remember,
Which are now a rare ocassion to occur.

In the world moving so fast,
I wonder if anything would last,
Simple times became a memory of past,
Now we struggle to survive in a world so vast,
We hoped for peace and harmony at last,
Now we witness the horrors of the blast.
We enjoyed the beauty of the contrast,
Now we see the world in shades of overcast.

© Nik Celeste