Dystopian Spring

 AI Poem (DeepSeek)

The sky bleeds rust, a fractured hue,
As blossoms twist in ash and dew.
Petals fall like shattered glass,
A brittle world where shadows pass.

The trees stand tall, but blackened, bare,
Their roots entwined with cables there.
A river flows, but thick and slow,
With neon lights that eerily glow.

The sun, a ghost behind the smog,
Casts feeble rays on barren bog.
Machines hum low, a mournful song,
Where nature's voice once sang along.

A child kneels, her hands outstretched,
To touch a flower, metal-etched.
In this strange spring, where life's undone,
The earth still dreams beneath the sun.