The Withering Weeds

Withering and wilting, there I remain

Flora dying
The fauna dead

I aimlessly stand, wondering how it all came to be

When the realisation knocks me over

The signs were evident

As clear as a river

A murky river, that is

It all started with the fainting of the flounders

Which was quite a frightful and fearful quiver

How did I not see it?

The bleakness of it all

Withering and wilting, there I remain

Doomed to stay 

Forever this way