Friday, April 28, 2023

Black Mountian

Crystal clear waters, one endless blue sky,

Lush green vegetation, chipper cardinals nearby. 

Hungry young squirrels now satisfied,

A gentle breeze along the mountainside.

A day of paradise, the world so whole,

Doomed to be the last, when they come for coal.

The throne taken over, her head removed, 

The repose disturbed, life disapproved.

The air turned to dust, the life turned to death,

Her insides turned out as she took her last breath.

Once a home to life, free to drink from her fountain,

Has turned to poison, a dead, black mountain.

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