by Wendy Rodley

Created on: May 29, 2009   Last Updated: June 04, 2009

The wind in her fury had me pinned to the wall,

I was captured by nature's most violent call

To arms, she was saying to those humans that care,

You are killing my planet so listen and dare

To make changes right now, you must shoulder the blame

You don't see my beauty and it drives me insane.

I felt for the mother with children so blind

Who miss the perfection of one so kind.

She gives us such beauty, only asks us to see,

How it unravels for you and for me.

We must watch her at work and take our time,

Force nothing and bask in her natural rhyme.

She shows us that everything when put to good use,

Will flourish and blossom were it not for abuse.

She makes every flower a thing so divine

The birds and the bees and the animals fine.

We kill and we poison, we laugh in her face,

Her way is ignored, we don't know our place.

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