Where I live, the grass is green,
The water runs crystal clear through a tiny stream,
The sky can't be seen because of the trees,
Filled with leaves and budding flowers,
So healthy, so clean.
The air smells of flowers, dirt and life,
More animals like I run amok,
The birds spread there wing, fly high in the sky,
Above our home, so healthy so clean.
I lay me to sleep in my bed of tall reeds,
The forest is dark, no light permeates the leaves,
The air is cool; crisp as can be,
I drift into slumber, so sweetly.
I wake to a noise, and the smell of decay,
My animal friends have all gone away,
The trees once around me lay flat on the ground,
The smell of industry flows all around.
The noise is so loud; it's snapping and gnawing,
A large machine makes its way around; destroying,
It's killing my home, and all the life within,
Nothing around looks like it had been.
By the end of this chaos, I stand in a field,
Around me are chips of wood, from their trees peeled,
The only evidence of the killer who came through our ground,
Are the scars in the earth and that horrible sound,
The sound of nothing.
And now, years later, my bones will be found,
Laying in the place that was once my home,
I had nothing left, they took it away,
And that is why the earth, the plants, and me are gone to stay.
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numb_life: I love the poem because it has meaning . Keep writing your good.
-Numb life on May 15, 2008 8:48 PM
