(Based on “Daffodils” by William Wordsworth – 1835).
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er hills and dales,
When all at once I saw a trail
Of particulates streaking by.
Above the land, they multiplied,
To paint a blank and silvered sky.
Continuous came these molecules, fine,
The unending folly of man.
They stretched in never-ending line,
In horizon to horizon spans.
Ten thousand souls, trapped below,
Breathe in and never know.