When Nature Dies

Pioneers had to cut down thousands of trees to build their shacks and to stay warm in harsh winters; we cut them down for huge profits...not caring about the devastation of deforestation that soon will cause floods and landslides. When Nature dies, everything that embellishes the lovely and green landscapes dies with it; a land without shrubs and trees is a desert with miles of cracked soil that rain won't saturate and make vegetation grow to attract humans, fauna and flora to make everything lively. I have used my keen sight to describe it, and instinct to anticipate the dreariness to come; doesn't joy derive from something grown, and beauty from something seen and admired? But where's the commitment that all should make to keep our land a Paradise for everyone to enjoy? We should profoundly lament when Nature dies from neglect and abuse...hear the sorrowful cries of fowls and wolves, of other animals that used to roam and graze on prairies and wild meadows on breezy days; and how can we survive without the crops in due season? Won't we perish and disappear like Nature?