Withering
yellows yell of the glorious greens they lived through
Springing from the tiny bud, they too had a hard life
Trying to take away all the refuse we let out
Choking on suffocating toxins
every hour
Trodden roads cry of the destiny being trampled beneath each foot
Furrowed lanes yelp under the cruelty of the plough tearing on its breast
Furrowed lanes yelp under the cruelty of the plough tearing on its breast
Every eye tells a different story,
Weeps for different crisis,
Carve a different cure
But needs just one thing..
Someone to make hard life a little less painful.. or maybe worthwhile.
