Still Waters
The slope down the mud churned bank
Led into still waters
A dank flood of swirling black film
Covered the surface and stank of chemical decay
As no living creature lay beneath its wake
The liquid in the lake
Had once contained a myriad of aquatic life
But had grown static from an act of human error
That had unleashed the terror from a belching metal pipe
Which wiped away the wealth of life within
And it would never begin again
The dreamlike summer serenade is over
The clover that once laid a carpet
Gently around the rolling crystal shore
Does not grow here anymore
And the birds that made their nests
In the shade of trees that did surround
Have flown in fear to distant plains
Leaving far behind the death choked streams remains
No sound is heard within this ghostly place
For nothing is alive the lake has lost her charm her grace