Nature had bestowed upon us,
The glorious earth; rich in its purity,
With all that necessary,
For human kind to prosper.
Man did prosper
And when prosperity overflowed; in abundance,
Nature was taken for granted,
And man began to go overboard,
With the thought that he had the upper hand.
Never did he once stop to think,
That his frail deeds,
Could...Would make nature take an unexpected turn,
For the worse.
Raging storms, hurricanes, tsunamis,
And a countless others...all disastrous,
Which he could not control,
Only then did he begin to realize that,
All he touched did not always turn Gold!
Nature possessed patience,
A quality man rarely did,
And it will patiently wait...watch,
Until man has done
Playing his part in this world.
Only then will nature unravel,
Its true spirit,
Carefully concealed in disguise,
An action that will have man regretting
His unworthy actions,
Wishing he had never taken nature
For granted.
Who has the upper hand now, we wonder,
Is it Man?
Who with his intelligence,
Could create or destroy...
Or is it the Glorious, yet swiftly changeable
Mother Nature?
