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Nature Cries
 
Nature Cries

From a tiny seedling a life begins to grow
Into a tree
in fifty years or so

It does not need our help
Nature does best when on her own
A tiny seed blown in the wind
In Nature is self-sown

To kind Mother Earth
who feeds us all
respect we do not pay
We pollute the air
the seas
and every Waterway

But what we do to Mother Earth
to our own selves we also do
The weather
temperatures rising
every year a degree or two

We are like Nature's Seasons
to life we come and go
The sharp scythe of the reaper
is destined to lay us low

Immortality for Humankind
perhaps based on a lie
We must return to Nature
since we are all
born to die

Spirits will whisper and moan
the damage
in windswept lullabies
waiting for the moments
when the ink has yet to dry

The greats of human history the life from them long gone
But Nature
lives forever she just goes on and on.

DWhitehorse

Simplicity SFITB
when the ink has _yet_to_dry_


By crazy_horse

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: Simplicity - SFITB with Myrna (kajuncutie/Myrna D.) read page for rules, info, and REQUIRED PHRASE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: Simplicity - SFITB with Myrna (kajuncutie/Myrna D.) read page for rules, info, and REQUIRED PHRASE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: Simplicity - SFITB with Myrna (kajuncutie/Myrna D.) read page for rules, info, and REQUIRED PHRASE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: Simplicity - SFITB with Myrna (kajuncutie/Myrna D.) read page for rules, info, and REQUIRED PHRASE (challenge has been closed)


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