Orchards of Red

As gentle breezes dances through the leaves, you know

As the sun streaks the sky to find

The daisies, embedded in freshly, fallen snow,

All witness the tragedies of mankind.

 

The vicious inferno engulfs the ocean of grass,

All the elegant, swaying branches in the trees.

Nothing remains, vanished now to the past

Except the footprints of you and me.

 

The brilliant colours of the leaves are mirrored in the flame,

But changed is all the nature we have destroyed.

Like a painting bound by an ineligible frame,

Our world is being discarded as an ill-begotten toy.

 

To reconcile the damage, unbeknownst to the remainder of the woods,    

Would take pain, toil, and years.

Our destructive, carbon-infested presence will never cease

As long as we are still here.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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