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Not Earth

By Anonymous, Howard, OH

This is not earth.

The sky is black and gray like a funeral. Not at all like the maiden blue, I am use to seeing, dotted with specks of white and pink. The sun which once shone so brightly is covered in a murky color that you could almost smell. A huge yellow ball could barely be made out, obscurely hidden behind the dim vapor that constantly hangs over us. I cannot move.

This is not earth.

The ground has chunks of earth missing, like someone planted trees just to dig them up again. The grass is short and the color of burnt umber. Tree’s that once stood so honorable and strong….gone. They who stood for 100s of years, guarding their sanctum. The branches out stretched to hug the earth that which was once green. These so mighty tress now lay capsized, burning.

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