I choke constantly upon the acrid fumes,
and my vision is blurred with smoke.
Leaves once green with life,
lie brown from the woodsman's axe.
I cannot weep for the world,
for surely only acid will then fall.
And I must hold back my tears,
as I see the emaciated earth.
The land I had once born anew,
now turns black and dead.
The forests shrivel into dust,
and the seas thicken to slime.
I lay very weak now,
powerless against death.
Hoping change will come,
so that my world might be green once again.
A contest entry
- Through the eyes of Mother Earth. by Natural Disaster.
825 points, ended February 10, 16 entries
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