Last Tree Standing
The earth warms slowly,
change resistant, barely noticeable,
vegetation recedes.
Fertile replaced by sterile,
water evaporated, not replaced,
vegetation recedes, sand marches forward.
Too late to react,
too late to correct,
the earth will survive,
man left to his fate.
Years of abuse and neglect have impact,
it is hot, not much left alive,
surrounded by sand, he begins to cry.
He stares at the small patch of vegetation
surrounding the last tree standing,
watches as the vegetation disappears and
day turns to night.
Placing his back against the last tree
standing, he cries.
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