The night.

The night time
It’s beauteous and appalling
The stars all tell their own story
Different backgrounds
Different shades
Different temperatures
Different names
Different shapes

Nothing is the same.
Not as before.
Years ago, stars used to lie upon my ceiling.
You know, the cheap ones that stick and glow in the dark
But they only glow for so long
Until you stop believing
And their glow fades
To a watery neon green
To the point where they get thrown away.
Away. 

Like the planets.
Like pluto when he was ejected from the list
When he was discriminated against and placed in a separate line.
Where he was put under a glass full of judgment and criticism
Where they found he wasn’t unique enough to be considered a planet.
A planet like Saturn, Mars, Jupiter, or the Earth.

Earth.
We have ruined the Earth. 
Pollution reigns in the air and seeps into our lungs.
We welcome it into our body as if it was a casual guest.
But it’s not. It’s the devil that contaminates our oxygen.
The oxygen released by trees. 
We ruin their work. 

Trees grow from the ground.
They start off as just
Babies
Like us.
But we take it for granted
We cut them
We take them
We burn them
But we would never do that to a child, would we?

The night.
It’s dark.
Just like humanity.
Just like outer space.
Just like our minds.