Unsightly Might

Unsightly Might

I look out at my garden dry –
The veggies gone and petals crisp.
No water found to quench their thirst,
They blow away in dusty wisps.

They’ve been replaced by brambles rough,
Their prickly thorns so different from
The colors that my garden grew;
From green to brown has turned my thumb.

This place was never xeric wild
But Man’s mistreatment led to this.
Our resources depleted now –
Sweet Mother Nature turned abyss.

We could have learned to love, respect
The life around that made ours bright...
But now it’s gone, forever lost
To time and Man’s unsightly might.

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