Atmosphere
Crisp and penetrating
is our atmosphere.
It blankets the trees with no remorse -
their only opportunity for survival lies
in the roots that grasp the ground.
The bushes and flowers
have no hope of seeing tomorrow.
Their foundation is a needle trapped
in the mighty sea, that falls
endlessly further into it's
darkened depths,
forgotten.
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R C | Year Posted 2008
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