Swamp Gas

Green akin to envy is the horrible stench
Of this pungent poisonous odour wrench

Released in the air like mushroom spore
Onto the unsullied breathing forest floor

Inhaling this deep breath ultimately taken
While suffocating is this feeling unshaken

Choking busy it heaves foliage with slate
Filling living with silent dead lead weight

Like emerald envy is this malicious greedy

Crawling into every crevice angrily needy

This ripening wealth to have it never seizes
Famished wrath spiteful gasping in wheezes

By deteriorating rises this fizzy substance
Twirling within a shadowy greenish dance

Nothing but tainting of the red blood lies
Beyond existence outside this swamp gas

Powerful is its prevailing juvenile clinch
Sinking fast yet trivially into inch by inch

Disillusioned is this peace it cannot sense
Brimming treetops sway in drowsy glance

Swamp resonates this lethal contamination
While escaping yields with contemplation

Indisposing the toxicity of gaseous rising
Collapsing ultimately in the end subsiding

Mourning bigger then excessive very fast
Eliminating survival and perishing at last

In horror does the forests embarks its cries
As life surrounded by gas decays and dies

Although green was this shade in the fields
One prevails the end while the other yields

Pending gestation of seeds sparks reviving
Colour associated in creation for surviving