A wasteland
Destruction everywhere
Broken trees
Jagged earth
Silence, ugliness,
Desolation.
Where once birds sang,
Squirrels scolded,
Where hazy sunlight
On patches of moss
Gave life to ferns
And tiny forest wildflowers
Peace.
Now, Man the Destroyer
Has visited
And left his mark.
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Mary de La Valette 2015
