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If Only Once Could Nature Win?Such Agony As I Demise; In Nature's Death There's No Surprise. All Nature Falls To Greed Which Calls, Where Innocence Was Left At All! Though Might Tempests Show Their Weight, It's Not Enough; It's Just Too Late. Our Native Indian Tenders Have Left The Gate Ajar. So Standing Open Wide To All; There Lay The Garden Wilted, Mauled. The Greenest Grass Now Turned To Brown, The Trees Once Tall Have All But Fallen. The Silence Deep Where Birds Did Call, Their Songs So Sweet; Yet Now all Gone. Where Rodents Meet Is All That's Left, For Earth Herself Has Failed The Test. At Best We Breath The Air That's Left, Then When It's Gone; No One Is Home. They Have Bathed The Earth In Asphalt's Thralls, All For Greed To Run Their Cars. The Oceans Deep Without Their Fleets, As Somber Waves Do Warm A Beach. Not Even A Heart Is Here To Teach, Though Next Generation Will Go So Far; It's Not On Earth Their Lives Will Call. Unto The Stars With Mason Jars, While A Once Great World Is Thus Unfurled. Alone At Last With No Great Past. A Simple Ember As It's Path. All History Lost, All Earth In Froth. No More The Time When Beauty Roamed, Oh Buried Deep Within My Soul. So Now We Weep, From Bittersweet; No Place To Eat, Or For Our Feet! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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