My land

The wind blows on my trees, swaying from side to side

The golden sand covers my ground, taking me

The sun shines sweetly across my land

Till that came to an end

My atmosphere is a sickly grey

The air is clogging my breathing

Choking slowly, ever so slowly

The grass turns to burnt

And I'm left to die

Watching myself get hurt

From the north to south 

Melting and freezing over 

The sun is slowly fading away

Fading away from my eyes

I'm coming to an end

As I catch the last glimpse of me.