The Elegy of Silent Seasons

The Earth, once green, opens its arid mouth,
The sky once wept, now turns away in scorn.
Trees, blackened skeletons, beneath the moon bend south,
And wind no longer sings it coughs, forlorn.

The ocean, weary giant, spews grey plastic waste,
Its sobbing waves crash on deceased shores.
Fish with glassy eyes through endless darkness haste,
Their scales, shattered mirrors of anguished roars.

Cities once glowed like festivals ablaze,
Now their dim lights are muffled, desperate cries.
Children don't play in silent alleyways,
Their laughter fled with birds turned ashen skies.

Air weighs, thick poison, on each living frame,
The sun, sick eye, bleeds in the smog's embrace.
Seasons have lost their gentle, ordered aim,
Winter melts in tears, summer cracks with grace.

We heeded progress's siren chants,
Deaf to the land whispering: "Cease your strife!"
Our hands, drunk with pride, wove ignorance's rants,
Now worlds lie ash-strewn, stripped of life.

Silence now dwells in valleys deep and vast,
Grass won't grow where mammoths strode before.
Only echoes of our sins in winds still last,
A funeral hymn for all forevermore.

O Earth, forgive your thankless, reckless brood,
Who devoured you alive, laughing in play.
Now in the dark, we bear death's somber mood,
The final breath a furious god's display.

THE : 24/06/2025 : By : Badr Alaoui Mrani .
Marrakech
the source is myself I write poetry I am a poetry lover .