Even the plant bent,

leaning far over, with holes and brown dying spots on the leaves,

is growing berries.

But the berries are dead now, and miniscule - just starting life, died while still growing.

Maybe someone should have told the sun

or the rain

We need as many berries as we can get - we need pure sweetness out of life.

With rotting leaves and dried-up roots

the earth ruined life

after we ruined the earth.