These
Changes
That spring
flowers had a different fragrance,
Almost as if
their colours remained,
But their
fragrance had been drained leaving an artificial smell in its wake.
It was so
different, absurd even, to smell chemical from flowers,
Intensified by
the howling wind that scattered petals.
The scenery, far
from beautiful, conveyed an incomprehensible message,
A message that
only nature understood.
Every day there
was a new sign.
Through the
window, I gazed at hundreds of sparrows flocking together,
Not in merry but
in a rush, a rush to leave and migrate, to run away from something.
Then, in the
night, there were long howls, similar to cries were heard,
It was common for
dogs to howl but strangely, these were not dog howls.
That spring,
twittering of birds had disappeared,
Wildlife
authority could not track the route of birds including flamingos.
It was not long
before, a rare snow leopard and a prevalent species of ducks disappeared,
A Boeing
airplane disappeared right over the Bermuda Triangle, raising fears,
Only a few days
later did news come that similar happenings occurred around the world,
International
scientists struggled in vain to find the lost animals, objects, and humans
alike,
At the root, a
question remained: What was happening?
Extremists rose,
leaving trails of human blood behind them,
“World Needs
Salvation,” they said.
In the middle of
crisis, of mystery, civil war had begun,
With extremists
on one hand and soldiers on the other.
Out of nowhere,
two natural disasters clashed, Crushing and breaking items.
I had hands on
my hears, crouched on the ground, could not hear my family,
My city was
being destroyed by a tornado filled with golf-sized hails.
That night, I
dreamt of running, gasping, endless running,
Woods had been
burnt to crisp and there was not even a single trace of green.
Under a tree,
there was a fawn, whimpering with its blood flowing,
Picking it up, I
could feel the blood running through my fingers but I couldn’t do anything.