The dawn of hours past view

Moments of fortitude, forging

Historic miracles perceived by

Majestic minds.

Yet time worn with wrinkles

Observing nature's fledgling

And flourishing pursuits,

Begin to grow grey in the shadow

Of Humanities gigantic silhouettes.

Ignorant and dissonant, feeding

The beast named innovation,

Leading to disintegrated paper

Bags of future years watching on,

Caged in a staccato of trepidation,

Gazing over plastic fingers running

Rampant, chasing thriving hearts,

Hunting innocent creatures in due

Daylight.

Mendacious man meddling in a once

Pristine paradise, now a wasteland

For the forgotten conscience deeply

Buried, into which smooth edged

Shape-shifters poison and possess

Rolling green lands and high seas.

Reflecting a miming mystique of

Resounding trees trembling in the

Earth, their roots loosening among

Squirming soil.

Cut and sliced by a plastic plague

Relentless in its hunger for

Destruction and devastation,

Reeling in nature's pure

Intensity, swimming among lost

Lustre wrapped in metallic blankets

Of lettered litter, glimmering under

The moons gaze, inhaling another's

Light and creating stars of gravity.

A shiver of sunrise revealing the

Dull foil of the discarded and the

Abandoned, suffocating in silence

And left to decay in open view,

Pollution swallowed by uncaring

Throats, simply waiting for its time

To rise up through the eyes of illness.

A storm of ire thrashing through

Untold pain, kindred spirits

Standing firm, their courage

Sacrificed in the name of progress,

High above the dying earth parades

The human race, pulling strings to

Engineer and plunder.

Mortals eradicating

Solemn prophesies in favour

Of pilfered profits and

Money trees, alas all the while

Fading into the background is a

World struggling to breathe.