Wetlands.
A land once teeming with
adventure
and life
with towering trees
and buzzing bees
the memory of sounds emerge.
The winding creek that roared with curiosity
now quietly trickles as it has been discovered
The gold stalks that scraped the sky
now wallow and bow at their roots
Due to the wave of change.
I like this, the wetlands has changed. I like the like: the memory of sounds emerge
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