Her earthly whispers swirl 
Into your wicked wishes leaving
her torn and tender at the
Seams.

You walk upon her without
A thought, footprints, tracks
And trenches left behind.

Once rich soil drained of life
Now dry and worn by time.

Her glistening meadows filled
With beauty,
Deserted except for ruins.

As her wild flowers of a woodland
Haven are crushed by human hands.