The World Retaliates

A herd of birds and little bees, whip through the tall oak trees flowers grow in a different hue a beautiful earthly view. Gracious was the painter he, created beauty for all to see songs of nature sing the stream it babbles with the rocks between. The land whispers of a birth, something old and new from this earth the sun reflects and retracts Mother nature is taking back. We must give as we take, to often fix what we break but too soon it will be too late and the world itself will retaliate. What it gives will all be gone The last of our loving home the world is tired when people quit deciding to take care of it.