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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My hair is a plume of ash as it billows, Up into the sky, As I stand in the storm my tears are the rain, Pouring down as I cry, My dress is a mountain without a peak, It reaches up into the night, And I myself am everything, Every bush, every hill, every lake in sight, The creatures I watch over, As they frolik and they thrive, Living in peaceful harmony, Everything that needs to can survive, I watched ages of beings come and go, Everything doing their part, Until one day a different kind of animal, Came and tore it all apart, They called themselves ‘humans’, And thought themselves better, then everyone else, They labeled all my children ‘unintelligent’, And thought only of themselves, They took and took and took, Killing my forests for fuel, And though my creatures did them no wrong, They killed them and ate them for food, What’s left of the forest, Is being chipped away bit by bit, And the sky is clouded with pollution, A word that had no meaning before they made it, Their mean even to each other, They arent loyal to their kin, Thinking that your lessened by your sex, And color of your skin, They have turned what was once beautiful and green, Rotten and grey with smoke, But finally it is time to reclaim what we have lost, It’s time to rid the Earth of humanfolk, I’ll grow back the forests tenofold, I’ll return their cities to the ground, And though I mourn for my creatures who did no wrong, A new balance will soon be found, As I stand in my storm of destruction, The one that will kill all the humans and take back our Earth, I cry for all that will be lost, And name this age not of death, but of birth.
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