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Nature’s Prosperous Wasteland

prosper in the abandonment

By Emma ForsythPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

What is this new world before us?

An isle full of noises yet deserted

but not a desert. No,

the sky cries out

to the wind gushing through

all traces of mankind ebbing away.

A thousand twangling instruments play too

sounds and sweet airs.

Nature’s newfound territory.

Dances hand in hand with the plague

this silent yet deadly plague.

A Disastrous Expense: a planetary domination

Certainly, according to Prospero’s book

full fathom five thy father lies

of bones are coral made

pearls that were his eyes.

In isolation he must stay.

Shipwrecked in his own home.

Stranded, awaiting the end of this disease.

The apocalyptic driven disease.

Outside the plague glides on.

to Nature’s Tempest scrubbing our land.

our Wasteland.

Soon to be

Nature’s Prosperous Wasteland.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Emma Forsyth

An amateur writer looking to gain more expericne and confidence in the world of writing.

View my Pinterest here- https://pin.it/3UtMvsY

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