The decline of Nature in Mankind's destructive wake. Entry for Word Pictures Contest 7/19
In deepest blue she dwelled and sang,
at home in the heart of the sea.
The lifeblood of our planet Earth
once, long ago, flowed pure and free.
But now she chokes on detritus,
her beauty withered to ashen grey,
no songs to echo in the fathoms,
nor dances in the ocean spray.
Slowly, slowly, she disappears,
reduced to mere academic notation.
It will be as though she never was
for the eyes of a future generation.
Such tragedy is Nature’s greatest sorrow
for this embodiment of Her majesty,
There is no better time to act than now,
before we all drown in our apathy.
(Poetry Form: Unbounded [ballad] Quatrain - 16 lines)
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