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She towered over the world
Her branches covered the sky,
Her roots spanning continents
Half the world lived in her canopy
They were born, lived and died, in the blink of an eye
Her branches hang sick and dying,
Metal wires criss-cross the sky were they once proudly stood.
The ground where her roots once snaked through dry and crumbling.
Concrete walls filled the space left by them.
Her heart, the center of her, her essence
It stopped beating long before they had managed to chip away every part of her
No longer towering over the world
But still alive.
She is in every weed that carves a life for itself in this concrete world
Pushing apart pavements,
She rushes through their stems, laughing with the power of new growth, her roots winding around the skeletons of civilization.
Fighting for survival
Hiding in nooks and crannies.
She is as old as the earth.
They will not last.
One day plants will wind themselves around their skeletons
All their concrete world broken down
They cannot kill her or stop their fate.
She will survive
They will not
Constructive criticism please, Sorry this is really long and rambling
Es hermoso <3 it's vv good. question: will it be just poetry the whole time or will you write an actual story abt it?
Oh it’s good! Is this a story or just a some kind of uuhh.. Poetry?