by Kris Koments

Created on: March 09, 2010

She has been defeated,
some. Taken for granted.
Mistreated, some.
She, Earth's Nature,
bruised some.
Used, recycled, finished,
done, some.

She neither rebukes or blames
the flame, some
nor does she attempt
to tame
the winds that roar
and soar,
anymore.  Some.

Having vowed forever, 
to replenish Earth's bounty never-
more, some.
Determined in herself 
to destroy, she-
looks on - to wait, as man, he-
curses her silent intrusion.

Tide's confusion,
the ocean sprays some.
Empty ground waltzes in
and down.  Some.
The burning sun turns around, some.
Nature's way with the moon,
done.

A hollow, thud laugh
and she doesn't look back, some.
But instead, she said,
to the mankind, dead,
"You win, some
and you lose, some."

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