Mother Nature Is Gone

Gently unfurling its blessed green leaf with the peaceful rustling joining with

the tender hands of the gentle wind streaming through the air. 

A harmonious collage of trees paints the view in mellow relaxation. 

But the cranes and construction have reached the precious kingdom. 

Mother Nature warns us to leave, 

her burning wrath in the powerful gust of wind.

But compelled by the greed of growing and growing into the future,

we forget her. We ignore her despairing pleas to stop.

Instead, we forcefully intrude into her sacred land of tranquil scenery.

She begs in a flurry of rainy tears one more time. But it’s her last.

It’s too late. The last tree, the last slither of Mother Nature,

lands with a devastating thud. Gone.

And her world, her prized creation crafted benevolently over time, 

a realm beyond the reach of the greys of the modern world,

is gone. The vibrant green of the fauna is now extinct. 

Mother Nature is feeble, is fragile, is weak.

She is gone.

A soaring tower that represents the modern world

now stands in her place.

But at what cost?