Seeing is Believing

I am not as frightening as I look,
Some people regard me as a warning,
A legacy of a world depleted and destroyed by humankind,
I am to them a future nightmare,
A time when the seas dry up and the land is drained of all its nutrients,
They do not look beneath the surface,
Their vision is skin deep,
For I am just the winter of our world,
Spring will follow,
My body will no longer be parched and desiccated,
Trees will burst into bud,
Flowers will push their way upwards and bloom again,
The planet will be recycled, rejuvenated, revitalised and recreated.