Mysterious, this
One being, are you that leaf?
Or prehaps you're that grass.
Maybe those trees that grow.
Or the water that flows.
The birds that sing?
Maybe those trees destroyed,
Fields corrupted.
Lakes poisoned.
Seas blackened from oil rigs.
By mans factory and construction.
Struggling against it's cause of acid rain and global warming,
Mother nature is also the ice that melts, and polar bears that die.
The volcanos that explode and tsunamis that splash.
Oh mother, why is nature so dangerous?
Because, my dear, it is so beautiful.
