Plastic Soil

It starts to 

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Droplets dash down the shrivelled leaf, 

Teetering on the edge ready to fall,

Leaving a slim trail.

Drips from the dangling leaf,

Catching the only sun ray in the sky,

A kaleidoscope of colour,

Fleeting

Flirtatious

Fulfilling.

Joy and freedom abound,

Challenges vanish.

Petite droplets soak into the soil,

Discovering crevices,

Discovering plastic.

Planet earth is weeping.