Morning dew rises, as the sun scrambles Above the horizon as midday nears. Right away, awakening my senses Joining them in a varied splendid hue Of beauty I have never encountered. Rustling palm fronds and the swaying sawgrass, Yet, I stare at the Everglades splendor, Stretching horizons, boundless as blue skies. Tidal waters drain the river of grass Of all new vitality brought by spring. No place like the Everglades exists on Earth as it does in my very backyard. Merely tranquility is what I sought, And leaving solace disturbances in Not so familiar surroundings for Doing my part may not be enough now. Only to realize her once beauty, Underscored by the polluted soil. Greatly respected by all those who have Lived off the land for past generations And future generations coming forth. Sun sparkled, beautifully bounded as if A tapestry were woven in a mixed Nightmare of many colors in the sky. Disappearing quickly, acres of land Hopelessly scream for protection from the Endless destruction towards her once beauty. Reminiscing of the river of grass, Remembering the many faceless names. In the afternoon, the fiery sun Victoriously forfeited to the Ever present gathering gray clouds of Rain storms of thunder, lightning and wind gusts Of which seemed to arise before my eyes. For the life she holds, some are not even Grateful for the beauty she possess, Rarely keeping her pristine armor whole. As generations of families come, So many leave feeling vacant while, Someone else be fulfilled with inner peace.
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