nature take hold

The blades of grass

Growing wild in the open field

There is no activity

Everything lies still

The broken down machines

The field crying for help

There is nothing and beyond

Only the careless wind whispering

The people have gone

The poison on the land

Many suffer illnesses

The death toll is high

The empty homes

The derelict buildings

It has been for ages

As the land breathes poison

Nature has returned

Decades of rain and rehabilitation

The natural air seem to flow

In the distance the birds sing

The ghost town

The economic activities gone

Once on its heyday

Now a whisper by the wind