~ Mother Nature's Crying ~

Tell us, of the grief that cannot be spoken
Had not your natural pulchritude
Been threatened, and left us upon our knees
With many a tear flowing quite confusedly
Tell us Mother Nature
For we must your loving disorder align,
We must support the natural oracle,
Producing the miracle that begs 'ascend',
We must not sit by and mourn at oxygen's tomb
For it lives within our naturalistic kinship
That pearl, which contained in a loving cup, 
Is neglected and hangs most precariously
Where the balance of our lives, inherently depends...

Somehow, we've strayed from the ancient course
Our forests are dying, our children are crying
And now, what must caring hearts intend,
Can your most fundamental aspect
By our simple hands be given a rebirth,
And thusly enriched in mind and spirit
May we not manifest this as sacred cause,
Shed our own stupidity
Bringing forth that most gentle war
By recalling the ancient evidence
Of humanity's and of Mother Nature's
Perfectly balanced harmonies,
Of independent loveliness,
Of God given symbiosis
And the life giving beauty
That is Mother Nature
Herself...

We pray,
            We beg,
                      Please,

Let us not away,
                      Into a deadly 
                                       Distraction.
For if we do,
                Mother Nature,
                                      Will surely
                                                  Retaliate,
                                                            Ingloriously....

Tony Taylor
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