As a toddler,
I always espoused
blue tints
for the stippled skyline,
abided by greener hues
of the verdant meadows.
Dawns were rendered,
coalescence of orange and crimson
while the pinnacles were
embellished with frozen pearls.
Flora and fauna
fostering sublime,
a blithe smile
at our sight.
As I grew up,
the cloudless blue was
smeared with murky fog
The frondescence turned into
vagrants so forsaken,
ambling around to get places
amidst the busy storeys.
Dusk and dawn's gazing
at this gamut,
descended down the skyline with remorse.
Foreshadowing a world;
Where water droplets will be
as scarce as
mankind is,
Where the achromatic avalanches
will be melting eventually.
Devastating the barriers of humanity,
Maybe as a vengeance from us
for decolorising
the mother earth.
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