Dead Land
By Ide Kayla
Gloomy Dead Trees stand,
Jade vines crawling over damp bark.
There used to be a time when the wind blew,
Scattering lush petals of olive, gold and lavender over
Emerald pasture.
There used to be a time when magpies tittered, hopping branch to branch
On glorious willow trees,
Limp branches waved in the breeze.
There used to be a time that was serene,
Never overtaken by glass buildings or
Silly cars running on black gravel roads.
No rubbish spilling on the street.
Until now.
No life surrounds but
A dead paradise.
Dead land.
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