As clouds emerge,
With a darken grey.
Lightning strikes,
Then fades away.
It’s strict reply,
An obsessive domain.
Natures sadden,
A tearful rain.
Pollution corrupts,
It makes her ill,
As it teems,
Dams will fill,
Trees will plummet,
As loud as Thunder.
Behind glass walls.
I’m stained to wonder….
Should I see her?
Make her smile..
And open her sunny eyes,
If only just for awhile.
Empath ©
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