My skin is the grass, the plants
But each day there is less and less green
Each strand of my hair is a river
More white appears with every drought
My tears are waves in the sea
The plastics and oils burn my eyes
The nets tangle in my hair
and the dying sighs of animals plague my ears
My skin is charred
Mankind has left metal structures where I once had arms
Their waste stings my nose
and their wars leaving scars across my body
My legs were once great trees
now they are stumps
taken to build some sorrowful structure
Identical to the ones that riddle my body like freckles
My teeth are icebergs
I have less and less each day
My mouth grows dry
the moisture gone with the rising temperatures
My children are scattered across my frame
my greatest work, and my greatest ruin
The more I live the more I die
The cause of my ruin the humans who call my body their home
