Let my leaves unfurl
Let me blossom in your light
A thousand years from now
The world will bathe in my shadow
Taking solace from the ever growing heat
That falls in rays
Trapped within our land
By a thick, dense cloud of smog
The only calls are those of the extremophiles
Birds, fish, whatever they may be
All living on the edge of extinction
All adapting to the ever growing forest of fern
But not the green, luscious fern that grows today
A yellowed
Blackened
Dry
Fern
A plant that can no longer take the perilous heat
A plant that will no longer grow
A plant that might
Ignite
Death is already here for the plant
And is just around the corner from us…