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Nature
I sit upon this lonely rock;
Amidst a rushing stream;
No human being dares to flock;
Where mother nature rules as queen.
The current dictates its own course;
Weaving to and fro’;
Even fish dare not challenge its force;
On and on it goes.
Robins and wrens chirp overhead;
Their feathers gleaming in the sun;
They know not yet what lies ahead;
Busied with contentment and fun.
Bees buzz between the flowers;
Going about their work;
They return to their hive after long hours;
There again they lurk.
As autumn comes, the leaves tint gold;
They flutter to the ground;
Floating down the river, cold;
Oaks whistling without a sound.
A cold wind blows across the grund;
Carrying the smell of snow;
Nature’s debt never dunned;
A wrath we shall not know.
A shadow passes overhead;
I open up my eyes;
No birds, no trees, no river, no bees;
Tranquility has died.
No longer is a river here;
The rushing sounds were manmade;
Nature’s hearth we commandeer;
To lay down asphalt we paved.
The birds that fly about our heads;
Shine metallic in the sun;
Unflapping wings glide in their stead;
No sound of a bird’s song.
Gone are bees hurrying from flower to flower;
Replaced by humans in their lust for power;
We rush from place to place;
No smile seen on any face.
The trees that once stood tall and proud;
Now lay dying, burnt in their shroud;
In their place stand our own towers;
Continual growth evidence of cowards.
Where has mother nature gone?
We killed her;
We killed her;
All on our own.
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