Brain Captures

Beauty. Diversity.
Life is thriving.
People are thriving.

But not for long.

Desolate. Tyranny.
The plants are dying.
People are dying.

And they don't stop.

Everything spirals down,
Like the roots of the trees,
That can no longer grow.

I was once beautiful.
I was once happy.
I was once alive.

Now I am dead.
Like those buried within me.