Greenscrape
Estival Beauty Vs. the Adulteration of Man
The veins of trees extend beyond their leaves
The water pulled from roots support their height
The earth well suit to house all of its needs
Though now its strength has since been prone to plight
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From Earth, born life between both beasts and man
Its arms bear fruit set forth to bring them life
Though greed and take shall soon come fast to span
As sins of man bring rush to global strife
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Concern for one will lead thee far astray
We need caution to keep our worldly share
Yet still, man takes, and green will turn to gray
As Earth will dry then wilt and spark in flare
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Soon men will weep at foot of Earth's great urn
Yet turn their eyes on sight of the first burn.
About the Creator
Michael Lamarche
During the Pandemic, I sought to explore writing. I genuinely thought I was on the cusp of poetic genuis, creating metaphors only comparable to Shakespeare himself. Now, I see I fall more under a Dr. Seuss level - only without the racism.
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