Awakening in the dirt
Slow rise to consciousness
Dried earth devoid of nutrients
Roots grasping for a hold
Grey Clouds drifting over
A dying sun and
washed out atmosphere
Vast tracts of decay
A planet so populated
And diverse, yet helpless
To surrounding desolation
Scarce resources, struggle
For each breathe of air
Every piece of creation touched
By a hand tainted by greed
Trees lay in rot, infested
And festering
Bare of fruit or blossoming
In decay
These fields they breed
Cast aside, unwanted
As long as there’s breath
Fields will reap and sow
We are all in the fields
The fields are us all
When the grasp is slipping
Gain strength like the storm
A longing inside for a
Familiar sense of warmth
Time to regain power
Fields of the undesired
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