The Smell of New Creation

Back to the basic... A garbage-collection poem.

Just a few hours before
It was dinner delicious and hot.
Now it's garbage smelly
That will soon start to rot.

It is indeed odour horrible.
But it was originally a sign that
Germs were preparing meal
For hungry scavenger animals.

Not many things smell
As horrible as rotten food.
Yes, we should throw it away
And let the nature do its job.

Rotting of food smells bad.
But it's actually just the smell of
The nature renewing herself.
So it's actually the smell of
New creation...

But alas, the garbage I pick
Has no farm to go back to.
It will just buried in holes
And stay there almost forever.

So the ordour of urban garbage
Is its voiceless cries of longing
To return to earth.

What I can do to console garbage's sorrow
Is to sort paper, metal and plastics
So that some of it have chances of rebirth...