Random

From blue to pink, from orange to gray;
A profile on the horizon is soon to be prey.
We are dazzled by its aura and mood;
Hungry though we always are, for food!
The oblivious clouds sail past us;
They're really eager to not make a fuss.
Soon the sky will be filled with stars;
Damn the pollution from them cars!
The massive mushrooms of smog and haze;
The blanket that is, the root of this maze.
Birds are always singing in yonder;
But what for, we often ponder.
For a lost cause, one can safely say;
A price that everone has to pay!
Soon darkness is all around;
It's the only thing we've ever found.
Who'll put an end to this perm?;
Who'll stand up for us and be firm.
Who'll put an end to this cold age;
One where we're trapped in a cage.
Someday, The frozen rivers will flow;
Someday, Darkness will get its final blow.
Someday, The sun will never set;
And we'll leave God to do the rest.

P.S: I know it doesn't make sense:P