Sunry's Reply
Well cracks drip the water of night.
Dripping the love of earth upon sight.
"Why have you not taken care of me? " The Earth Asked Calmly...
Shaking beneath crust of a civilization that groans
Take from it they will, until they dry up the soil to bones.
Sunry reply's,
"My hands are cracked from the winter air
I split the wood and counted the food I spare
We surely have forsaken you Earth
Forgive us and allow us to rot into your dirt."
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