The Justice Of Nature

Grabbing the chunk of air it motions in a circle.

The pack of air does not protest the unsolicited plunder.

The wind turbines as named do their acts.

Producing electricity for the people and their acts.

The needs are called just and mundane.

The daily routine fails to get impeccable attention.

But if that is the fact indeed.

Why earn and act for our breaths?

The needs look small but are basic to life.

The daily chores are the oxygen in the windpipe.

Hardly do we recognise the value of general.

General comes to sight when becomes vulnerable.

No doubt nature is there in all its vigour.

Exploding all the fire all being furious.

Be the wind in the turbine or water in our sight.

Nature is the giver preserving precious lives.

The atrocities not started when the acknowledgement was denied.

As nature does not want the name and pride 

The fall even not started when the Earth was scorched.

For the kind and loving mother, it's usual to forgive and ignore.

The harshness began when the invisible limits were crossed.

The man tried to be the creator causing cruel blood flow.

The winds created a tempest in the absence of beautiful green sights.

The Earth showered fire when raped by the lustful device.

Nature was, is and will be the creator.

The one who creates can solicit the destruction.

Humans may be the efficient cause of artificial creations.

But a part is a part that can never be whole.