Mining In the Mind.

Mining.
I saw the miner digging,
For coal within the mine,
It's dangerous work below,
The surface of the mind.

We fuel the fires,
That give us heat,
Forget the mines.
The coal and peat.

The forests that once grew,
Have died and sunk beneath,
The swampy treeland stew,
It's old but still has teeth.

The fuel that it provides,
Has dangers deep within,
It poisons countrysides,
And sends us in a spin.

The dragons of the legends,
Helped eat the stormy brew,
They devoured what had no ends,
Now we must start anew.