Nature's Rise and Fall

I stare at the blue sky and the rolling green hills,

The change in the years to come gives me chills,

Will the birds have evolved into moles?

And dug hundreds of little holes,

To escape the thick green smog,

That hangs over us in a suffocating fog,

Will skyscrapers have replaced the trees?

And the fields resemble Swiss cheese?

 Will vegetation become a myth?

Will the earth become drilled out to the pith?

Will it rain acid on our heads?

And the ozone be torn to shreds?

Will we pay any attention at all?

To natures rise and fall?

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