lovely swans

Once upon a time there was a peaceful little place,
Which was a wonderful world for the entire human race.

Everyone was happy, living without sorrow,
No fear, no pain, no tears, not thinking about tomorrow.

But then, one day, there was this dust,
Which blew that hamlet away with a giant distructive gust.

The people stopped dancing, the streets started to cry,
The fish, they drowned and the birds couldn't remember how to fly.

The lights went out and darkness came,
And even that peaceful little village lost its name.


© Fleur Stiels