Squander to Satiate

zengardner
Equivocalness of nature’s survival

Mountain peaks shrouded by snow

Forest untouched, giving way to echo

River reeks magic into the world

Man resides in the lap of nature.

Bountiful it seem to the needs of man

Who does nothing but defiles the land

Ripping apart green and embracing the soot

Soiling the pristine sea to contend his mood.

There! There! The animals cry

Look around, as they continue to die

To satiate the humankind indulgence

Of his myriad urges of a grand life.

Sit back and think awhile

For nature too has a threshold line.

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