I feel like, this the universe hittin that reset, there’s no life without death, somethin we really don’t see yet.
The waters in Italy, flow crystal and clear,
The fish, the swans returned and did without fear
Blue skies in China, once covered by pollution
Visible and vibrant, what an unfortunate way to find a solution
Maybe things truly need to get worse, so they could get better
Can we learn from our mistakes?
My wishful thinking, inked in this letter