APOCALYPTIC SPRINGS

Our world was thrown in disorder,

Left in the hands of Gaia’s nature.

Every luxury we once had is gone.

Precious industrial toys that aren’t coming back.

Our addiction was cut off and done.

Only to break free from our husks that felt overpacked.

Gloomy souls believed this to be the apocalyptic end.

But failed to realize we’re not condemned.

Take a moment to feel alive,

Just so you can taste the spring rain that brings life.

When noisy crowds became silent,

We sat down, rested ourselves, and enjoyed the greenery essence.

Then the cataclysmic storms ripped apart concrete jungles,

While earth’s organic growth created natural terrains so beautiful.

Toxic pollutants and corruptions ripped from Gaia’s heart,

While the warm sun granted her a needed jumpstart.

After I have settled in my little campsite.

I inhaled the fresh air into my lungs.

Took a moment to view a magnificent sight.

And embraced the vitality of the Apocalyptic Springs

Alex V. Corso studies creative writing at Full Sail University. When he isn’t writing short stories or poems he either spends time with his three small dogs, learning about different philosophies and concepts, and playing video games. Find his Instagram @astr0logix_chimira.