The Game of Grants

Heaven approved his existence

And man walked the ground

Change is the law of nature

Therefore to evolution was he bound.

The Sun set and rose

The Moon danced through its phase

Fire made itself known

And threw the die for the game.

The game was played by two-

Mankind and his mother

Every choice and decision

Would leave one to either bloom or wither.

The die was thrown 

Mother won the game

She chose to grant her child intelligence;

Higher than that possessed by any life ever found

Perhaps it was this decision

that nurtured man's greed

Humans lost humanity

And channelled destruction through their deeds

Their brothers roared, trumpeted and howled

Sisters pleadingly chirped and squeaked

Alas! If only he had listened

But never in his mind did reconsideration and doubt peek.

Trees took the last breaths of lost hope

The legged and tailed struggled for health

As all her children but one fought for their lives

Mother Nature lost happiness- her currency of wealth

Rooms lit themselves with 'screen light'

Audios chased away the childlike family banters

Fields squeezed themselves between buildings

As Heaven's attempts of deep regret no longer mattered.

In today's words;

To 'charge' the phone of nature

That is extremely close to being discharged from this world

Man must realise and respect the reason for his existence and

Use his grant for a future that is safer.

For even the Game of Grants

Crafted by the hands of Heaven

Cannot stand as an excuse

To how unforgivably inhuman and selfish man's deeds have been...