Nature's Sorrow

This is the sorrow of Nature. 

We've failed to recognise her selfless nature —

 Her deep-rooted earth is terribly polluted, 

Her wings of fresh air are broken, 

Her green plant children are murdered,

 Her wet eyed rivers are lamenting, 

Her baby birds can't remember to chirp.

 This is the sorrow of those feathers, 

Which were brutally plucked by the butchers;

 Those innocent creatures were weeping for their life,

Until their last breath under the butcher's knife.

The flowing water lets out a deep melancholic

cry 

As we heartlessly pollute the heart of a river;

 And we still assume that we are clever.

Eventually we try to overpower her - 

Her heart sunk in hopeless sorrow, 

While we ruthlessly over use and borrow. 

Her body is submerged in pollution; 

At least now, we must think of a solution;

 Let's stop the cruel destruction

And encourage green construction.