I am being adulterated

Smoke emanating,

Trees being lacerated,

Humans are desecrating me

What am I to do?

Oh God, exonerate me, aid me!

From the cruel hands of humans,

Bear no malice, Oh God,

Salvage me from your sequestration,

As yet now, could I dissent?

I would do so,

And I have a good mind to.

There was a day of blooms, when I was tickled pink,

Thus far, I wanted no man on me,

Let bygones be bygones,

I was unscrupulous to you,

God told me to fly high with what I have,

But I was imperious.

I keep on trucking to buck my victimization,

But I cop a plea, kiss and makeup,

One centennial is outstretched enough, to change,

The pits to up to snuff.

I catechize for vindication human,

Without equivocation,

Yet all the contemptuousness, I cater you a soul

Like leaves on a tree, be amalgamated,

And inspire on me.

Nevertheless, keep on one's toes, don't defraud me,

Hitherto, my catechism cools one's heels,

'Should I efflorescence for you a blithe élan vital?'