Cascade off in avalanche as they whip against the wind
From the bottom of the mountain
A polluted river drips
Heavy drops falling with the beige
Red, glistening drops of blood
Paint the grass with life
At the base of the mountain, a round cushion remains
Sopped in a red-brown haze, the river's remains
Above this, a great brown tree
A piece of its trunk, sawed off in a round
Though brown, it crackles with blood fire
As hot as the sun, striped black from its burns
On top of the tree, a caressing canopy
A raincoat of yellow, seemingly left by a child
Thick and soothing, the yellow sits
Directing the rivers flow downward, feeding the grass
Atop the canopy, a dome
The very top of the mountain, the creme de la creme
The Superdome of nature
Without the dome, the mountain would lay incomplete
It presses against the canopy, causing it to sag
Its almost as if the mountain is sad.
Why sad, you say?
The mountain is uprooted from its stable position
Amid a white mecca of plastic snow
Grabbed by a fleshy human
Who simply wants to eat his Cheeseburger.
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