I ......THINK................
Ahh to breath in pure magic of the morn
Breeze in the air, sun winking in the dawn.
Birds are noisy chirping from tree to tree.
Until another sound, a drone I cannot see.
Plane in sight begins its downward swoop.
Spraying pattern activated, then an air loop.
When all is gone, off it goes for another fill.
But natures hum has disappeared, all is still.
As the chemical falls and settles on the ground.
Target reached, peripheral damage also found.
Leaves on trees go from green to a dull brown.
In a week or so, falling and spreading all around.
The lucky ones produce another bunch of leaves.
Some, one spray too many, they no longer breath.
Tis an end to some winged family place to call home.
To feed, raise their young as they have always known.
So as we do follow in this ‘at all costs’ production race.
We leave with little grace, some dead nature in its place.
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