Nature Turn Sour
In the beginning,
The flowers blossom
In summers and dance always
In playful gesture at buzzing noises
Of bees that never get wary
Of playing the happy music
To cheer the hospitable host.
The flowers never worried
Of winter their natural spell,
For there will always be
Other summers to welcome the bees.
For all was perfect at inception,
An Eden we had and we gladly
Toil the pastures and later
Gather the plenty harvest.
Man later grew wiser
Then nature gets poorer,
Trees were cut down
To make man a shelter
To make the birds unsheltered,
And make the earth uncovered.
Man’s greedy wants of conquests,
Tussling in the quest for power.
We’ve made shells and cannons
To fall all that stands our way.
Our bombs are nuclear and deadly
To guide the home we live.
The bleeding earth keeps weeping
Of ruins we’ve brought on her.
Her unending raining tears,
Flooding our fields and barns.
For we’ve changed the course of nature,
And made a void in structure,
Then we shout a cry of tensions
Of ozone layer depletions.
Like pains of radioactivity,
After our wars have ended
At the end of nuclear activities.
Copyright © Johnson Adeniyi | Year Posted 2015
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