Ocean waves crash on the shore.
The shore filled with glimmers of trash and glass.
The shore filled with beautiful creatures of destruction.
It extends towards a hopeful road of poisonous air and various betrayals to our gleaming Earth.,
And though filled with amazing purple landscapes,
and rows of fiery roses in fields of greenery,
Color will drain and become withered and frail, Awaiting a new wave to crash,
A wave of youth.