A country with viable seeds
Lacking growth because of thorning weeds
You could have been more delightful than autumn springs
But your gardeners failed to irrigate your potent gametes

Recalling your stem of origins
Your cultivators wanted to see you grow
And though they fought for the emergence of your landmark
Your flourresent light became dime as the navigation button powered on

How have the mighty fallen
Where did it go wrong
I asked bemused
An echo of hard times has seized your steering wheel

Hunger plagues your people
The future is perceived as nightmare
And though the search for hope lingers on
Our enthusiasm dwindles because hope staggers on mountainous edges

©️tuoyopalmer