The brisk, chilly morning-
Though to early for most to rise,
The miner is awake.
"The true way to render ourselves happy
Is to love our work and find pleasure in it,"
He believes.
As the man arrives to work,
He catches a glimpse of his surroundings.
The whole world on the horizon
With a trickling river,
Filled with salmon,
Meandering to some destination.
The movement of trees
As the wind whistles through its leaves
Wafts the smell of fresh pine.
Captivated by the grandiose view,
He finds contentment.
It is his first day
Working as a miner.
Tools in hand,
The lights of his new helmet switched on-
Ready for anything.
The company notifies workers of coal underneath the Alps.
Blasts from the explosives
Eradicate the once alluring site.
The miner watches as
The sky darkens;
The air fills with dirt and soot.
The mountain stands,
Demoralized
Left treeless,
Surrounded by black, motion-less water,
And void of life.
The miner stood
With a soot-covered face,
Regretting the work he's done.
