Nature

Nature is out mother, from whom we come,
Always present with beauty and patience,
Why must we as her children seek to kill her,
Forever hurting her warm love with our heartless metal walls.

Nature is our teacher, from whom we learn,
Stern are her lessons but gentle is her praise,
We fight her power only to fail through ignorance,
Never was power for humans intended so never shall it be ours.

Nature is a grieving widow filled with sorrow,
Driven to despair by our violence and hate,
She weeps now in last hope we see the pain inflicted.
Denial feeds her hope that we may yet be saved from ourselves.

Nature is the beginning and end, a path all follow,
We have faltered on our path and instead live now in darkness,
How much pain must be felt before this truth is known to all,
Hopefully somehow our eyes are opened before the end drowns us in silence.