She looked outside the window and wondered
Whether the town had been aging too
Her hair was not the only thing that had grayed.
And the sky was now no longer blue
With the smoke pouring out of the chimneys.
The world was washed with shades of black.
Black smoke, Gray roads and even grayer pavements,
Colors now the world lacked.
Where were the emerald leaves, the green trees?
Why was there no hum of bees?
And what about the butterflies,
Who painted the world with colors bright?
She missed the colors that lit up her life,
She missed the cool wind blowing,
The flowers blossoming, the plants growing
And she missed the stars showing;
Stars which were now invisible,
Hidden under the layers of smog
Tired, she walked back to her bed
And went to sleep with a blanket on her head
Before she slept, she made a wish
A wish to return to eternal bliss.