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.