Fraud

Trees falling around the footsteps

The bright land that was rejected

The land where sun now beams through the claws of machines

Where the sun once glimmering in the water

But has now been replaced by the greyscale city

On a rigid rock lays a lizard

Finding its way through the rumbles of humanity

His scales drag along the rocks and down through the debris

Weaving through the buildings and streets

There he finds another of his own

A fake, a fraud of his kind

An effort to ease the harm