The Cost Of Want

How lost were we, to not foresee,

How fraught are we, now that we see.

Foolish and greedy as Midas were,

We were no better than the deeds his were

Plundering away at nature's cost,

We walked down the road of Dr. Faust.

Looting all the bounty at Hand,

We were off, to Play God's Hand.

Little did we know the Wreck we caused,

Would surely come back to haunt unpaused.

We have become the plague on Earth,

The treatment for which is very dearth.

But Nature has a medicine of its own,

To cure itself, of this menacing zone.

A medicine not found in hives of bees

Nor in the Himalayan lush green trees,

Nature's healing comes at a cost,

That will always bear a burdened past.

The cost of it would be tallied high,

That no soul could nay or neigh.

All that will be left is bloodied tears,

As Nature comes down hurling thundering spears.

People may call it Nature's Wrath,

When all it is just an antibiotic bath.

When the lives of many outweigh the few,

Nature is indiscriminate in its purview.

Unless and until we learn to live in coherence,

We cannot completely guarantee our existence.

Learn to give back as we take,

Learn to withhold in what we take.

Always remember and always know,

Ignore this, and you reap what you sow.

"Nature gives us enough for our needs but not for our wants."