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The ecosystem’s perfect design A providence of the Great Divine. A holistic balance that should not fail If well-taken-cared of by those that dwell. The atmosphere was just enough To sustain the living and its habitat. Green vegetations were all around And so the spring from underground. The fish; the birds; and the beasts that creep Are created good and none is least. Among the creations that co-exist There’s a complex being, he’s nature’s best. The best of all is the soul called man The exact resemblance of the Supreme One. He was far superior intellectually Than any on land or those at sea. That he was groomed for stewardship To decide what’s good for all the rest. There was no contest – ‘twas a done-deal Because the nature’s best could have done it well. He holds the task all through his life With a female aide he call her wife. And to bear offspring to fill the earth And pass the task right at each birth. Then intellect has grown so deep As the sons of men explored the earth. They sought to change what God had made; They no longer sheltered on trees and caves. Then he built a shelter to house his home; He decides the size and so the form. Proud of his strength, he broke his back; To down a tree or slice a rock. The task he has he soon abused; What he ought to keep he has destroyed. The breach and misuse of privilege Has complicated the life he lived. The sticks and straws to build a fire Are no longer fitted to man’s lifestyle He has devised a modern tool He has learned to mine and the use of coal. With just a click he can have light Or get some warmth on a winter’s night. His innovation did not end up there; He made the bomb and drew a scare. Primeval woodlands that roofed the slopes Have nothing left but rotten roots. To the torrent rain the ground exposed; would slide so soon, it cannot hold. Man is unmindful to what will happen; Of the ill-effects of his own doing. Erosion comes and floodgates opened Through quarrying and constant logging. He invented plastic to wrap his stuff; As food container or drinking cup. Then threw away in haphazard; It blocks the creeks and causes flood. He’s become too lazy to walk a mile; From his vibrant youth ‘til he retires. Before a horse had took him there But now a car that fumes the air. Man’s toxic waste takes deadly toll; It warmed the sky and bore a hole. It melts the ocean’s ancient frost; Augmenting tides in every coast. There is no way man can sustain From the catastrophe of climate change. The pestilence it brought about Crops are destroyed by flood or drought. But man’s too dumb to understand The come-uppance of what he’s done. When the life he lives becomes a hell, He blames on God of his ordeal. All that has happened is a result; Man lost his shelter and source of food. And the grimmest wrath will soon unfold When the nature’s best is not at all that good. Date & Time of Writing: August 19,2012 10:17 a.m - 11:32 p.m.

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When Nature's Best Is Not At All That Good

The ecosystem’s perfect design A providence of the Great Divine. A holistic balance that should not fail If well-taken-cared of by those that dwell. The atmosphere was just enough To sustain the living and its habitat. Green vegetations were all around And so the spring from underground. The fish; the birds; and the beasts that creep Are created good and none is least. Among the creations that co-exist There’s a complex being, he’s nature’s best. The best of all is the soul called man The exact resemblance of the Supreme One. He was far superior intellectually Than any on land or those at sea. That he was groomed for stewardship To decide what’s good for all the rest. There was no contest – ‘twas a done-deal Because the nature’s best could have done it well. He holds the task all through his life With a female aide he call her wife. And to bear offspring to fill the earth And pass the task right at each birth. Then intellect has grown so deep As the sons of men explored the earth. They sought to change what God had made; They no longer sheltered on trees and caves. Then he built a shelter to house his home; He decides the size and so the form. Proud of his strength, he broke his back; To down a tree or slice a rock. The task he has he soon abused; What he ought to keep he has destroyed. The breach and misuse of privilege Has complicated the life he lived. The sticks and straws to build a fire Are no longer fitted to man’s lifestyle He has devised a modern tool He has learned to mine and the use of coal. With just a click he can have light Or get some warmth on a winter’s night. His innovation did not end up there; He made the bomb and drew a scare. Primeval woodlands that roofed the slopes Have nothing left but rotten roots. To the torrent rain the ground exposed; would slide so soon, it cannot hold. Man is unmindful to what will happen; Of the ill-effects of his own doing. Erosion comes and floodgates opened Through quarrying and constant logging. He invented plastic to wrap his stuff; As food container or drinking cup. Then threw away in haphazard; It blocks the creeks and causes flood. He’s become too lazy to walk a mile; From his vibrant youth ‘til he retires. Before a horse had took him there But now a car that fumes the air. Man’s toxic waste takes deadly toll; It warmed the sky and bore a hole. It melts the ocean’s ancient frost; Augmenting tides in every coast. There is no way man can sustain From the catastrophe of climate change. The pestilence it brought about Crops are destroyed by flood or drought. But man’s too dumb to understand The come-uppance of what he’s done. When the life he lives becomes a hell, He blames on God of his ordeal. All that has happened is a result; Man lost his shelter and source of food. And the grimmest wrath will soon unfold When the nature’s best is not at all that good. Date & Time of Writing: August 19,2012 10:17 a.m - 11:32 p.m.