ENVIRONMENTAL Poem: The Last Tree Has Fallen, by Reign Moses

stand on the shoreline of the now forgotten sea.
The quiet humming of the waves is drowned by the
Music of innovation in the city that never sleeps.
The waters brush against my feet in a plea to remember—to never forget.
Outside this quiet space is a world that battles for perfection; a creature birthed into sentience,
Consuming the old to create a new.
We create knowledge that surpasses our understanding,
Gambling with fate one idea after another.
Our leaders are blind, soulless creatures grasping for more.
When will it ever be enough?

I fall to my knees, one metal and one flesh.
With each journey we pursue away from our lands,
We fail to see; our waters are poisoned.
We should have known our end was near when our future generation failed to recall
A world filled with flourishing greenery that once surrounded our homes.
Gone are the days we prayed to a god in earnest.
Now, we create our moons.
We have forsaken our bones and skin,
Sacrificing limbs for better, faster, stronger modifications.
What differentiates us from the machines we create?

Immortality stares us in the face,
Our newest adversary is aging.
We ignore what we fail to see; the trees have fallen.
The waters brush against my fingers.
I dig deeper, metal and flesh colliding.
My reflection stares at me, more silver than skin,
As I unravel underneath the glare of our artificial sky.
The soil is dying.

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