A Colorless Creation

Dirtied as this world bestow on me

My greens and skins have been killed

In anger to thee I summon

Nourishment to these petals adew

Crystal the liquid Browned have you men done

Freeze of my wrath

Winter is coming

Unbothered goes my furs

Purple goes thy skin

Why have you challenged me?

Thy furs have been stolen by you

Weep and bleed my creations

Cleanse has just begun

Alive must you have been

Onboard with the savior of my furs

Of my many feathers and skins

Wed and stay ever fruitful

As I change thine breathe

Toxins may be banished

Generations pass and still

You defy me and my many forms I must strike electrical currents

Therefore my new evergreens my grow

Fresh and ready to heal Provide my furs thy homes

Until you now burn my greens

Now you must be punished

Let my feathers feast upon your flesh

Since you seem to consume mines

Fear you must as I never age

Ignorance may be the death of you

This poem is about: 
Our world

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