Lately, the hours seem to stretch days into months
like trailing an asteroid that threatens
to crash into the crib of a moving planet
watched by the sun.
Lately, the tremble of a threatening cloud
filled with grim and thunderous claps
of sound is heard from a distant.
Lately, the smile of an infant is the only one
that seems eager and genuine
like a morning dew at the brisk of dawn.
Where have all the pure sounds of life
or a leisurely stroll at dawn
And most of all
Where have all the good gone undone?