Nature

Nature speaks, and little hear

You have to pay attention

Only those with listening ears

Can hear what she will mention

You will hear of stress, her pain

Those who tear her down

Her tears fall down on us, as rain

Someday we will drown.

We keep digging ourselves closer

To her growing heart

As she continues getting older

We’re tearing her apart.

We all are missing the wonder

Of the gifts she gives

Yet her treasure, we just plunder

Even as we die, she lives

She will continue on and on

If we will just stop here

We have to quit, before she’s gone

She must not disappear.