She Weeps For All, But Us

Miracles will fade just as dreams
will die, Forshadows of death;
already revealed by clashing nature,
turning, brewing, another fatal storm.
She weeps as the lightning strikes out hope,
she screams as waters drown out her gifts.
Silently in the shadows; cursing our race
we, the protectors is only a lie. Like
King and Misers, pondering away life,
securing our own destiny while
Mother Nature dies. But not for long
till the tides will rise, and the wind
bitter, or the sun stinging. Not long
before her untamed vengence tests
how resistant we truly are in a world
where we know little, very little of
balance and love or pain and suffering
Oh, how fragile we are without guidance,
or resources provided by her unwavering
touch. But no longer does she pity us
humans; slaying what once was beauty,
Destroying what once was her home.
She grieves for the animals; her children
She weeps for the barren lands and
the fallen trees who once thrived before time
Yes, she will scream when disaster finally
hits. But not for us nor our children, not
for our belongings, pride or vanity
or even our existance. But she will remember
her own failure in teaching us the light