Mother Nature

I wish I could be like mother nature,

Beautiful in every possible way.

She houses her destructors,

Who find a joy in every day

Oblivious to her pain,

Treating her like an old toy.

They start what's called pollution,

And continue with their joy.

But as pollution builds up,

A towering mass of rot, slime, and stench

A smell to make your insides quench.

Her time will soon run out,

But her destructors have yet to figure it out.

As the birds don't sing,

Their sweet singing tune,

And the polar bear's fur,

No longer white as the moon,

As the ocean doesn't wave,

The humans don't know,

They may soon have nowhere to go.