Metarmophosis Poem by Major Elazia

In my ears I hear the wind whisper to me,
Informing me of what peace lies unfounded.
On my back I feel the warm sand of the beach preach to me about the forgotten love of a time.
The emptiness before me is the vast ocean whose waters are no use for a drink,
This is the moment of a time where the beauty of the fire flies has been lost to the blazing glare of neon lights.
The time when the singing of children and the cacophony of the forest noise
made the night a music of flavor for sleep to catch a soul.


Now I indulge in a childhood game of counting the stars,
And it dawns on me how the infinite universe of protection is lost to this generation;
we call of as ours.
The clouds cover the stars and the counting stops to let it pass.
You know you cant reach the stars,
But as a child one would lift his hands to grab the star that was brightest.
As a child you could own the mountains and play all day long, and sleep all night too.
This are no more.
We have changed, the world transformed and humans slowly will metamorphosis.
We are never going to be what we are.