Quiet Hope Among Ruin

An abandoned vehicle rusts among the forest trees,
a metal carcass left behind.

The habitat shivers quietly
beneath the rusting vehicle’s press.

Trees lean at warped angles;
the land beneath trembles with contamination.

Leaves altered to yellowish hues
that whisper the change over time.

The forest screams in silence—
trees mutilated by rusted, jagged hands.

Along the forest’s margins,
sorrow gathers
to express the pain.

A remnant of the forest’s spirit
trembles, fragile and naked.

Around it,
the forest floor is littered
with dead leaves
and feeble branches.

Even the wind
turns aside
from the rusting frame.

Yet beneath the crushing weight,
a newborn shoot rises—
green, shaking,
nudged by the earth’s quiet hope.