Dinner
Peering upon mounds of bushes and trees towering into a heap, into a hill
Which leads to a brown river across dirty land, and crashes into a snowy tundra
Coated in mud and that slides down its ski slopes.
If one hurtles over the tundra one lands in the deep ocean of greenery,
With slick mahogany tart lakes, streams, rivers, darting through the green.
Large globes of red block streams pathways,
And square icebergs of yellow and white shed sand.
On the outskirts of the green sea lies a devious drench of water
With a yellow flotation device on top.
And beyond that sits metal bars on soil that can be moved.
They attack the diverse lands and destroy them,
Like an alien life form destroying our world.
Soon all of it is barren and dry,
With only dismembered scraps of the world are left behind.
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