(Hamlet poem from high school assignment)
The wrinkled fruits look like they thirst water
And stringy flowers will crumble if plunked
All Mother Earth will soon disintegrate
Into a dusty breeze’s abrupt whisper
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
Vegetation shrivels as if by snow
A ghostly winter unseen by most eyes
Father's leaving has left a bad aftertaste
Poor herbal Ophelia, light as petals
She'd be one of the first to fly away
All Mother Earth will soon disintegrate
Even organisms once part of nature
Everyone will fly the end of this tale
And once they fly, they can never come down
