The Gold Rush

A clank as the pickaxe hits the gold chunk

Beauty of nature turned into a wasteland

Ruthless as they destroy with no remorse

Mindless miners raiding what is meant to be a gift

Trees fall as they meet their demise

The earth's cries unheard by the thieves

Beads of sweat fall to the ground 

Nature barely breathing as if it were suffering from pneumonia 

Greed

Overworking

Tiresome work

Air unbreathable but after all, they made this mess