The trees.
What remains?
The destructive clouds of gas.
Destroyed are
The clear skies, and
Triumphant are
The giant businesses.
No more are the days of
The birds and the fish.
Excessive are
The days of the dystopian environment.
Nonexistent are
The wonders of a utopia.
One can feel
Nature dying.
One can no longer see
A happy ending.
What will come is inevitable.
Then, one by one, people changed their careless ways.
(Now read the lines from bottom to top.)

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