and they're
in a deadly bind.
The last tree and the bird
are truly
one of a kind.
The bird looks beat-up
and cannot
sing.
Oh Lord,
what kind of calamity
did humanity bring?
The tree sheds tears
down
its rotting bark.
There is no more
growth
in this eternal dark.
The feathers on the bird
have all
fallen out.
To live for another day
is now
in doubt.
The tree,
once mighty,
and filled with green
is a colorless
skeleton
so obscene.
With no branches left
in which
to cling
the choking bird
is balancing
on just one wing.
Effortlessly,
the bird had always
taken flight
as the tree reached
high
into the light
but nature
is the pawn
in man's abuse.
The last tree
and bird
have no further use.
The cycle of life
is forever
denied
with this barren landscape
and its
darkest side.
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