This day dawns hushed,
The red fruit of the haze
Floats low on the horizon,
Wisps of burnt nature smart my eyes,
Nature's revenge ,its own singed skin;
Scars the earth though slow,
As you flay the forests bare in wider sweeps,
And soups the oceans in plastic,
Natures revenge , it coats my air.
Maybe I will remember it tomorrow,
May be I will stop to think again...
Poem by PC-3 (06/07/2023)
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