The polished gem of sky,
Attached to the again gold, dried earth.
On the forged ring,
The green emerald pine a stranger from the past.
The jewel dropping it's green stones away.
A land where trees say bye.
Evergreens chewed into dust...
( Misunderstand and add termite)
The rest thirsty and mush.
My spring waits for rain.
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