A Colorful Dream (What the Little Fish Whisper)

…So much has happened, yet just a bit more,
And peace could have knocked on the world’s door.
Time flows on, the clouds drift high,
Birds take flight—no pause, no sigh.

The birds return to build their nest,
Have they found no place that’s best?
Truth is tangled, lost in lies,
While greed rules under silent skies.

The apple—life anew it brings,
Yet sin and guilt still spread their wings.
A cup of coffee—time won’t wait,
So let’s reflect before too late.

Clouds keep moving, birds still glide,
Time won’t halt, nor step aside.
And still, we dream in colors bright,
Of futures bathed in kinder light.

The fish whisper thoughts untold,
Truths we fear but all behold.
For how long?