I can hear the wind howling through boarded windows.
It's as if Mother Nature is screaming at us.
What are you doing to me?
And I can't help but see emission standards as doses of poison,
can't help but wonder how we leave her chest hanging open.
We tear at dirty flesh, removing tree root ribs and baring her heart to the elements.
We smother it with cement and keep pourong until,
we having concrete so high in the sky that it scrapes the moon.
but, maybe soon, we'll need another planet to terrorize.
In our eyes,
we can only see, not care about,
natures demise.
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