As she blazes bright, a beauty so sublime,
In her fiery glow, a richness that's divine.
Her body's temperature rising, 
Yet the government watches the problems arise. 

Only caring about the money they inflate
But not the hurt. The torture they create. 
The future weaves, a path declined,
Transformed into a realm where shadows will lie.

Scars mark her branches, but she stands tall,
Defiant and proud, refusing to fall.
While rivers and seas mourn their drought,
Her spirit persists, resilient and in doubt.