Footprints Down for the Next Apocalypse

We deny the natural occurrences within the air of our love.
Isolating key incidents we activate the future of the globe while folding the clouds in front of us. 
The eye is there for you.
How can we rationalize the day's past while imagining a band for the colors of fall.
The seasons transform our lives for the better and I hope one day you understand this.
How many times must one say it?
We are here forever and again it's too vague to describe the misery of the worlds.
I may not say it again. Immunity for all please.