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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