in the cracks of tomorrow

In shadows cast by fractured skies,
The earth trembles, its heartbeat slow—
Forests flame, and rivers dry,
While power holds tight, and hope lets go.

Voices cry out in darkened streets,
For justice, for something whole,
Yet silence feeds on broken pleas,
As hunger gnaws at fragile souls.

The sky grows thick, the air turns sour,
With poisoned winds, we chase the blame,
While power tightens from its tower,
And lives dissolve into the flame.

Still, in the cracks where shadows weep,
Seeds stir beneath the ash and smoke—
Though chaos reigns, though loss runs deep,
A fragile bloom dares still to hope.

Though chaos looms and fear consumes,
In dying ground, a root still thrives—
A bloom of green through endless gloom,
Reminding us: life still survives.