Nature is a beautiful thing…
When it isn’t retaliating
But can we really blame nature for her emotional mood swings?
Isn’t it our fault that the air has smog rings?
And our fault that majority of our forests are seared?
And isn’t it us that have made the seas unclear?
Can we blame Mother Nature for her anger toward us?
She nursed this world, her child, from ashes and dust
We chop its trees, and drill holes in its body
Getting what we want and leaving messes so gaudy
We’ve poked holes in Earths blanket
The result, it’s too hot
Mother tried to warn us
Now It’s too late for a fix to be sought
Now we are slowly going to turmoil
Trying to fix what we destroyed
It may be too late
Something we simply can’t avoid
The End