our world

when everyone thinks all is done

that the storm has settled 

and out comes the sun

right behind it is darkness nestled

never ending misery for the world

rain come shine come storm

you never know what's in store

our pollution is a worm

Reviews

[Su' Nacnetaf]

Interesting, and truthfull. I liked the first stanza better than the second one, I don't know, the last line, though not unrelated, seems a bit odd, I don't really know why, maybe adding one more syllable, "Our pollution is but a worm"? maybe not, just a suggestion. Good poem.