The Natural Way
THE NATURAL WAY
The natural way
I’m speaking of nature’s way
That which has been known
That which is at times cruel
That which gradually is being lost
Is there an order?
Is there some marvelous plan?
In truth I don’t know
I merely see and think
I think of natural things
Regeneration
Growing things this very Earth!
Things being cut down
Perishings each day
Being replaced by dead things
Our great polar bears
Creatures losing habitat
All forms of our wilderness
Evolution has managed
These many millions of years
Then a foreigner
One who would call himself king
King over nature –
That he was provided for
Fed by nature meant nothing
In place of nature
This king built stone-cold castles
Flaunted his power
Enslaved those ones who opposed
It continues to this day
Man death to nature
Slowly enslaving himself
Till he stands alone
All nature dead at his feet
Desperate to reach a star
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment