Black Coffee and Grey Stories

Burning is misinterpreted as warmth

Death as a lifecycle

Disease is mother nature’s curse

Because she is angry

Don’t know why?

Loss pushes us to innovate

Tsunami could be avoided if sea life was more

Millions of saplings were planted

So what if billions were burnt down.

But we are the ones suffering, caged in our homes

See the beauty, travel to the ends of Earth

There is still fresh air, all is not lost

Not until 2050

Wanting more

Questioning, why can’t I when another can

Grateful I thought was the way to live

Now it is survival of the fittest

Back to the beginning