Torn

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Sweet signing birds chirp as I pass,
Soft ticklish grass brusle my bare feet.

The clear blue sky suddenly fills with smog and smoke,
Animals scream and run in terror,
The flowers start to choke and gag.

As I gaze down in horror as my beautiful world is torn apart.
A huge ugly metal monster maws apron the ground.

It's spikes munch on the babies of the trees.
Of all those wonderful creatures in that magical place,
Only I survived to look upon the bared world.

I glance at that spot with tears,
For now those beautiful colors are plain grey concrete.

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