With a dab of black paint on the picturesque,
Where has the sun vanished to?
There is complete despair in the air.
The moon doesn't shine anymore, and the stars no more brighten the skies.
The rain falls from the clouds in heaps, but land is still dry.
It's like an ocean of tears, bundled up and molded and flowing as directed.
Blown away by the winds somewhere into the unknown.
The hope is senseless and it is gushing with time.
Where is the beauty of nature?
The vibrancy has broken and the colors are shattered,
The world looks black and white,
So now lets just hope for some light.