Mist rises from warming
earth, mountains blurred
by the haze of distant fires
and restless winds.
Rivers, once bold—thin
streams threading through
thirsty valleys, tainted by
memories of disappeared
rains.
Forests wither, leaf by leaf,
trees helpless in silent
witness to insatiable hungers
of the human machine.
Our air thickens from
breath of engines, corroded
skies painting stories of what
was burned, what was lost.
When one thread is pulled,
the tapestry quivers.
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