The end will begin again-Poem

Do you really think the end will begin again?

With the kind of swift ecological degradation, we are inching fast towards an ice age evidentially. So what good way to start a new phase or chapter in my renovated blog than a poem on Nature, the one which is standing on the brim of hope for a better world.

Here it it is!

I pulled my grey coat close.

I was not sure how long the gnawing wind could be stopped by a mere coat.

The temperature dropped and I grew colder.

The ice age was nearing.

“Run, run for your life,” someone screamed loud.

I ran home and started a hearth I knew would not end in a long while..

We had to live.

The temperature fell fast.

People fell faster.

I was though clever.

At 1500 metres above sea level I was all I could be.

then one day, all was white.

Almost five years of isolation grew my bones weary.

I needed to see a doctor first, I thought to myself. I needed to know I was still enough to move around, to hope, to dare again.

Then, I needed to breathe the new world.

I thought again, half of the world was lost.

A few peeks stood tall.

I was in one of them.

Among friends who had saved me somehow.

My family stood close.

I closed my eyes one last time to end the very night that stood between me and the new morn.

Next time, you come back there will be more than this poem here on this site.

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