This Ash

There's ash in the air, I'm breathing in tainted air

Surrounded, it seeps into my bloodstream

I don't know how it corrupted my clean, clean air

One second it was clear, then it was filling streams

Making all shy away, it infects all that it touches

A slow panic overcomes them as they descend

Crumbling as they hit the floor, cold to the touch

Sturdy and unyielding, the Earth halts their descent

Saving them from a different fate, out of kindness?

They are forced to lay yearning for any kind of warmth

Their minds forever in that panic. No, not out of kindness

The Earth for all her spite is left devoid of any warmth

Her hate has been building for thousands of years

We will be paid with it till she runs out of years