Revealing raw, rigour, ruggedness.
Showing gentle colours
pink, purple, blue heather.
Reeds and grasses
which sway to the tune of the wind.
Big skies adore your
wild hash beauty.
Sun rays caress and shadow dance before you.
Dark clouds of industry appear on your horizon.
Casting you aside without your consent,
signatures signed in your name
have gone astray.
Abused, slashed, used, gashed, scarred.
Your gaping soul exposed
marked by machinery.
What remains are tracks of your carbon tears.
The ugly side of nature sometimes progress is cruel