A Candle In The Wind

A candle in the wind, so are we,
Unknown to nature, but our own,
Among  the atmospheres of this world,
birds sore, fishes became many, earthly venture’,
Near and far, to the common and the simple, what is fair?
 to the unknown, in this world, where vengeance, revenge, animosity, and greed, bombarded its culture, What's our nature?
Weak to be wise in the eyes of the sun,
More concise to the moon we find none,
And an environment to the trees we failed to be,
A cycle to earth glimpsing glee;
 and precipitation  to the horizon.

The nature of hope we dream utterly,
Instead, for the day light our souls mourns,
As the warm air compellingly cease,
Strivers in the night, in search of that relaxing breeze.
Dreary into the ocean floor, as our mind fermented the cold,
And the stars looses it glow, and the sky unravel the untold.
Our brain terrifies like the angry waves, tough like cement,
For the ravishment of time we will know.
Hard like a lump of clay, uncertain like a mystery cave.

Technological the age became, advancement in resources,
Enticing became the stage, a competitive momentum
aroused from the grave, aggregation to agitation,
aggressiveness, unwanted stories,
A remote control is it trailing unpredictable courses.
Our minds became corrupted, with the revenues of this world,
The volcanic of capitalism irrupted, as it values scrolled,
Maneuvering  to different sect, as the rise of the sun beam dull,
In the midst of it appearance, lies our own destruction,
Of our circuit of life, the things that harden our minds.
Sounds  of emotion felt deeper than the ocean,
Lonely like the valley without it rivers,
As the wind flattered our motion,
Our minds are  pin to the ground.

Congested, sucked as oxygen go unsound,
Await the count as the bell tune to it favor,
But as a taste of lime, so would our trend of thoughts,
Greed is the word, when it comes to sowing our own seeds,
Molding our own lawn, and growing our own crops.
The competitive nature, being reluctant to disappear,
Out span necessities and wants as to nature,
Famine with no regards, but gazed in the air for hope,
Aggressively to gain, voluntarily or involuntarily,
Sentiments of forced to drive up the slope.

But as a child in a cradle, we need to be rocked, comforted,
Watched, and  coped, for we like a candle in the wind,
We can easily be blown out  by the things that is enticing,
What is it to our necessities when it only benefits our wants?
Not everything that glitters is gold,
And not all  paste on a cake is icing.