Ecosystem Heart Failure

See within those starry skies, Beauty of binding vines, Fluorescent meaning lies, In its parting petals spouting lies. A clams soft pink shell, Glints in thousand little pearls, They glide gracefully and swell, Winding around the rivers swirls. The white serpents eyes are peach, Tempting, soft but out of reach, High up in the turquoise trees, It's flicker preceding a cool breeze. The glowing fruits are unfamilar, No beauty is ever similar, Eating one would erase the river, As well as the beautigul glimmer. The grass shall sustain instead, The roots of the waters might, It's coming from the river bed, And will surely set things right. The peachy glimmer on waters shell, Relinquishes its glow for now, Floras torrent said go back to hell, No calm waters at this hour. The grass has grown in your head, No ecosystems full without fauna, Water fuels both now one is dead, Powerful serpent still along a River