Nature's Swan Song

When swallows on the wing, leave whence they came, The autumn breeze, plays music with the leaves. On trees adorned, with colours of the flame, And sway, whichever way the four winds please. While mellow misty mornings, blur our eyes, Those wizened leaves, now dying, take to flight. Soon winds of change, join in with their demise, To help them dance macabre, day and night. Now nature's never ending carousel, Where extreme weather plagues, air sea and land And mankind's lifestyle, sounds the earth's death knell, Unless toxins misuse, are strictly banned. Atmospheres pollution, Raw sewage spills. Concrete jungles, Atomic waste landfills. 8 / 28 /2024.