Rivers have gone dry/
Death circles in the sky/
Forests are fading, gone/
Skeleton remains under hot sun/
Wrinkled snakes slithering slowly/
Like vacant mind, with thirsts unholy/
Crumpled up into ashes, burned/
Fire cringes, catches, torn/
Like all-consuming passions, yearned/
Natures takes, nature returns.
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