this is my home

and yet the green hills

            have faded to brown

            and the looming mountain

            is still blackened and burnt

                        and soon the trickling creek

                        will have dried up completely

            and though it was hot in the summer

            it’s gotten hotter as of late

                        and when the sun sets

                        the stars don’t shine like they used to

            and still i have to say

this is my home