While beauty around us withers.
While beauty around us withers, a once-thriving yield we chose to ignore gathers the dust of neglect and abandonment. We grow silent. In every act of neglect there remains the sigh of hope in hearts to revive the lifeless. We have erred and misjudged we devoured time. It is far too late, the world now despairs while the storms raged and winds raved the fires of dissent spread in all forms. We live in regret. -shobana-