~ Mother Nature Is Crying ~

Into a fine distraction
Tell us, that cannot tell our grief
Had not your living structure
Been threatened and left us on our knees
That many a tear would flow, most confusedly
Tell us dear Mother Nature
For we must mend your loving disorder
We must support the natural oracle
Producing the miracle that begs you ascend
We will not sit by and mourn at oxygen's tomb
It is written in our symbiotic breaths
That within a loving cup neglectful
The balance of all our lives
Inherently depends...

Tony Taylor
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