The willow weeps,
the pine trees moan,
all Nature’s feeling it,
deep to the bone.
Humans out of sync,
not hearing their hearts,
the soul of the Earth’s
being torn apart.
“Technology’s call
mesmerized them all,
and why can’t they see,
their hate is a wall?”
The mountains watch,
their strength eons old,
the oceans too have
seen centuries unfold.
They will endure, but
will humans be here?
“It seems they don’t care,
they don’t hold us dear.”
The eleventh hour
draws swiftly nigh,
trees watch us, crying,
“Will this be goodbye?”
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Hart Inspirations 
Yes. Well penned.
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Thank you, VJ.
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Welcome
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Dystopian but a lot of truth to it. Well written.
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Yes, unfortunately I think right now we teeter on the edge. I write to hopefully help people gain some perspective. Who would accept a dystopia when they recognize what they will lose?
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