Something on the mirror...


There's something on the mirror,

It looks like a sphere, but I don't know

There's too much shadow

Too much darkness on its surface...

Everybody's staring at the mirror

But nobody knows what's that object

It's so dark, so cold, so destroyed

It sweats terror from all its surface.

Then, someone steps up,

It's a children, and with the most calm voice on earth, she talked:

"This is the future of our planet"-she said.

Sometimes the truth comes from the most smallest thing on earth

And sometimes that can change all.

Even if is an inconvenient truth...