Quagmire

the morning dew is softly touching the ground

as it comes down from it's high round

dew spreads it's wings in and around

the fields are hosting the dew

the nature's Melody is on

birds are chirping

robins are scaling the fields

as they prepare for their meal

the sky is clear

the planet moves on

humans are out on the road

chasing the trickled monetary mirage

crowding and polluting the planet

cramping the planets' every corridors

seeping the nature's bloodline

with their vampired creeds, and needs

what a breed!

a breed that never satisfied

morning dew passed the planet for a short while

bringing pleasantry that lasts a life time

while humans were circling the beltways and the highways

living in a quagmire with no dawn

just yawn