The land
A
giant
Which once was ever mild and gentle
Filled with milk and honey
Coated in wonderment
Adorned in nature
Defiled
Now rages
The land is burning
It's ever blazing inferno seeking to obliterate all life forms
In protest of the cries
The cries of it's brothers and sisters
Slain for the satisfaction of our excesses
Slain
Like a blade plunged into the heart of it's beauteousness
In our woodness to acquire..
The land is burning
gently whispering and beckoning on us to change our ways...
Here runs my ink out, here ay it dies which while it lasted gave the deterrent, "mother nature which onest was loving now rages and seeks to consume"