Nature'S Downfall

Trees and woods, luscious green,

Forests turned to smoke.

Many an oak and fir and pine

Felled by the woodman's stroke.

 

Brilliant skies and snowy clouds

Covered by the factory fumes.

Fresh brown earth and grasses green

Hidden by the garbage dunes

 

Many a doe and silver hart

Hung beheaded on the wall.

Cornered lion, struck with fear

Awaiting the hunter's bugle call.

 

Will we sit by, calm and mute

While around us, Nature falls?

I, for one, can't witness this

And do nothing at all.