Cool sunshine, over an icy disguise
As a pastel blue, fills cloudless skies
But soon a wind, brought about a change
As a quiet landscape, turned to strange

A lone idling tree, hung naked upon a hill
As its emerald life, shuddered in the chill
The deep rustic hues, now fading colours
Silver-grey skies, with sickening pallors

Slowly awakening, after the sun set
As the skies turned dark, with the night now met
A gradual opening, of bloodshot eyes
Windows to a soul, that slowly dies

Red hot tears, streaked down her face
Her children had been, her only disgrace
Their Obsidian hearts, hard, and cold
The reason why, she would never grow old

From the time, that she first gave birth
Was the first nail in the coffin, of mother Earth
Humanity had poisoned, the three main trinities
Of the earth, the skies, and the seas, for infinity

by Jemia