Visions Of Doom

Softly the rain, falls gently to the ground;
Easing the pain, such a comforting sound.
The whispering breeze, rustling leaves;
The magnificent trees, still the lonely heart grieves.

  (Visions) Off in the distance,
  Obscured in the gloom;
  Hope offers little resistance,
  Trumped by visions of doom.

So we mourn the loss of compassion,
The vulgarity of life;
Deforestation the fashion,
The future sharpens her knife.