“Don’t you care?” she asks,
as a tear appears.
My waters are loosing its clearness.
Garbage carelessly thrown,
poisoning and creating a cyst pool.
My heart breaks,
hearing my creatures sobbing.
Crying out for help,
as it lays dying,
caught in a clump of garbage.
“Don’t you care?” she sobs.
My beautiful land,
strewn with garbage.
Roadsides crying in the wind,
grass choking, covered in trash.
Small animals crying,
no safe place to lie upon.
Poisoned food supply,
killing their young.
“Don’t you care?” she screams.
You are slowly killing me.
Causing me much pain.
My eyes burning,
light is dimming.
“Will you care if I die?” she moans.
Slowly taking her last breath.
Mother Nature lying dead upon
her bed of garbage clumps.
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Submission Name: Garbage
