Death is the New Green

She has mushrooms growing on her head,
to her the world is dead.
She has cobwebs in her eyes,
she's blind, can no longer watch the sunrise.
She's consumed in a black fog of gas,
the trees fall down and turn to ash.
Rotten branches fall,
and end the life's of those to small.
There audible voices cant be heard,
because in the world we life mums the word.
Cans float creating castles in the sea,
they drown because there is no room to breathe.
And there ice, cold, hearts turn warm and melt,
and float into the ocean and get lost like everything else.