DM Babbit Poet Rhyme

Wastings

A hint of sadness rises
  high up in the trees
   whispers of goodbye ride each breeze.
Green leaves fades to paler shades
 hues of yellow, oranges, reds displayed
 as the autumn mists begin to wain.
An end to the summer warms
 thundered lightning, brief rain storms
  and now the earth rests in its sleepy yawns.
Unclear blended whisperings haunt the day,
 with hidden messages floating on the wave
  of the once calm seas writhing in the craze
  of tropical storms and hurricanes soon made.
The earth awakes grumpy to its inner frustrations 
 to reveal its anger and its lack of patience
  with man's abuse and natural wastings.
It cries and weeps at the plunder and the waste
 of man's remolding it in his haste
  devoid of thought or consideration of this sacred place.
The world evolves, renews and rebuilds
 unaware of the blessings it freely yields
  allowing man to plunder every open field.

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