For eons I lived as a spirited soul
nourishing and nurturing all
under my benevolent grace.
My vibrant persona, sparkled with
an eclectic mix of wild, free strokes
painted my canvas with a rich hue.
I danced in sublime ecstasy, as
floral scented zephyr hummed ditties,
life orchestrated a rhythmic euphony.
Until man came along,
With his bag of never ending desires
he progressed well initially, respecting me
before greed overpowered his wisdom.
He robbed colors from my palette
shrouding me in a smoky grey
casting me in a colorless attire.
His plunders continue unabated
inflicting painful scars
oblivious to my silent tears.
My womb swells with his toxic influx
Isn’t it only a matter of time
before it becomes malignant?
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