Somber waves of gray,
Not yet touched by the rays of day,
Fills her heart with sadness,
As she struggles with the madness,
Of an ever growing presence,
Of people all around.

Even underground they seep,
Into space and in the water.
Everywhere she sees the garbage,
Of savages too caught up in thier exsistence.
Yet nature offers no resistance,
And she endures thier disrespect,
With the stocism of a statue.

Untill finally a day dawns,
And with it spawns,
A new disease,
Or is it a cure?
To fight the disease,
Of the human bieng.