Mother

Her hands touch natures' sunken cheek

Gracing its weathered skin

She holds it as if it were

A dying child

What was once a vibrant green

Becomes a withered gray

What was once an array of beauty

Becomes a broken and twisted mess

She pleads for what she has to stay

She begs for what once was to return

Smoke fills gray and clouded skies

Covering her in a veil of emptiness

The grass where she sits is gone

There is only uncovered soil

The water that she drank is toxic

Filled with waste and death

She sits with the broken green

Huddled in her weakened arms

And there she weeps

A lost and forgotten mother