Everything is just as its meant to be.

I will lie peacefully under the grand oak tree,

Looking up at the bright blue sky being corralled by the smoke.

And I know everything is wrong.

Nothing is just as its meant to be.

With tears streaming down my cheeks,

I’ll cry.

I can’t keep pretending like its okay.

The world around me is dying.

Nothing is just as its meant to be,

In this world that should be peaceful.

In a cracked and broken world with so many problems.

So looking ahead of me,

I’ll cry.

And suddenly the sky clears,

And people whom I don’t know are standing up,

Fists raised in the air calling for peace and unity.

So i stand up with a feeling of joy and calmness,

To join the fight.

To say the words I want to say and wipe away my tears.

Everything is just as it is meant to be.

I legit started to cry in the beginning. Idk why though. I think i was just sad that the peacefulness was disrupted… and now I’m almost crying again. If you don’t understand what this poem was about just ask me in the comments. I don’t really know myself. Feedback is welcome! Thanks!