The air was laden with moisture,
Dripping, rivulets that flowed freely.
Angst built in the breast of Mother Earth
As she watched her children fall.
The scars ran deep along the canyon,
Progress slowing the heartbeat
Of existence.
No more songs from lofty heights
No more piercing shrieks of eagles.
Simply no more.
Replaced by an asphalt jungle
And concrete mounds.
The air to become thick with fumes.
The colored plumes replaced by metal bugs,
Crawling from one point to another
In search of, chasing, a different kind of green.
Beautifully written and felt. Thank you.