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"Earth Day Poetry"
Concrete trays nay sway in the breeze.
The sun passing through the branches around artificial leaves.
If you touch them they quake from deep within.
Vibrations from paper mills and generators.
This land once rich with life, now corrupted by disease.
Man's hand to stay the flowing of the ever present trees.
Poured concrete and asphalt over land once pure.
Burns alive it's hottest where the polluted air sets soar.
Still they laugh and jeer; jest.
Traveling like they are the best.
But what have they destroyed but our home.
This planet which we live. given no other chance.
Why destroy where our feet stray.
Just to supply man's ever growing population.
To wipe out entire nations of trees,
forests, lakes, animals.
The plague once small caught like wildfire spreading it's venomous fangs.
Driving them deep into the earth's core to drain.
The earth's black blood dry.
With no other means to survive they adapt, until everything is dead.
No ocean, no animals, no wildlife.
No trees.
People resort to unlike consumptions and are riddled and plagued.
No oxygen, no fire, no water, no rain.
They bake away with the landscape.
Now just a dusty plain.
Barren and empty.
And who is to blame?
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