Nature's Death

She wheezes and coughs in the pollution-filled air

Her eyes blinded by the hot, blazing sun

Her fragile green skin dried out and parched

Turned into a wasteland of plastic waste

Enslaved by the whims of the human race

She struggles to survive, but she cannot

Her hair turns grey like the wilted coral

Her blood and tears, extracted by humans

Turned into bright plastic products of use

Then cast away, like dandelion seeds

Smothering her with a sea of rubbish

And slaughtering her children and subjects

Of a once majestic, beautiful world

Mother Nature now dies, it is too late

The prospect is grim; there is no return.

The humans realise their huge, grave mistake

They curse and renounce their selfish dark ways

But there is no return; nothing remains

They all die with Mother Nature's dark death

But it did not have to end in this way.