In the young fields of the wild forest
The mountains breathed with silent sighs
The dew drops dripped like diamonds
Tingling in the silent air.

In that silent land of symphony
The trees seemed to speak
Their silent words echoed through
Sending a wave of harmony.

The flowers spread waves of hope
Blessing the forest
With blossomed smells
Drifting everything to sleep.

The air spread silent prophecies
Awaking the rusted minds
Giving solace to the lost souls
Coloring the blank minds

But now as I walk through,
The forest that was once a paradise
Is now a terrifying battlefield
The place where I once sought peace
Is now filled with fears and cries.

The forest that was once filled with blossomed smells
Is now scorching with smells of violence
The solace I once found there.
Has perished like dust.

Here I sit among a thousand dead victims,
Waiting for hope
All I can hear is a thousand cries,
Wailing for freedom.

A change is all Earth needs,
But who in this busy world has a moment to spare?
A moment to change?
A moment to refresh?

But I believe my words will not be heard
But hope still sparks around me
That someday, sometime, someone
Might have a moment to spare…
A moment to change.