The Beauty of Nightfall

Paper

A blank page
A fresh start
A new beginning
Yet it creases
Turns yellow when it ages
The blank page is no longer empty
It's creases show
And it is no longer wanted
As new is bold
And yellow is old
Soon this page becomes tarnished
Ruined from the effects of the world
And scars show
And the whole world comes to know
About this piece of paper
This paper is no longer wanted
It has been drawn upon too many times
And so this paper is scrunched up
And thrown away
To be 'recycled'
But we all know where it's going
To the dump.
The next time you throw paper away
Be lucky that this paper isn't human
But remember to treat everyone nicely
Because this is how some humans are treated.