Common Man Adventures

 In the heart of the forest, where whispers reside, Where the rivers flow gently, and secrets abide, Nature once flourished, in colors so bright, But shadows now linger, eclipsing the light. The trees stand in silence, their branches outstretched, Once vibrant and verdant, now weary and etched, With scars of the ages, of storms and of strife, They ponder the question: "What happened to life?" The mountains, once mighty, with peaks kissed by snow, Now tremble in sorrow, as winds start to blow, They echo the tales of the past, long ago, When the earth was a canvas, a beautiful show. The rivers, once laughing, now murmur in pain, Their waters run murky, like tears in the rain, They question the skies, where the clouds used to dance, "Why do we suffer? Where's our second chance?" The flowers, once blooming in gardens of grace, Now wilt in the shadows, their beauty displaced, They whisper to breezes, their fragrance a plea, "Remember our colors, let us once more...