True Nature

 I walked the green land 

As my shoes munched on the leaves 

A marvelous butterfly sat on the finger of my hand 

As the air was an aroma of sweet honey from the bees 

 

As the sun gave them the spotlight

The trees swayed on the stage

The birds flapped their wings with liberty and might 

Without the hindrance of the metal bars of the cage

 

The wind ran through the sky 

In haste to greet the clouds 

The pale skies somberly cry

When their hearts echo and thunder out loud 

 

But the lost-lover meeting of the wind and sky

Was interrupted by buzzing sounds. Hum. Hum.

As the large metal bird cut through the wind 

And it flew, conquering the sky 

 

Tree’s bark chipped with arrows and shots

It became a target face 

The birds on branches like bull’s eye

Then accessories made of teeth, skin, and spots 

 

The trees, birds, and animals ripped

Some from themselves and some from home

Calls and songs tragically stopped

With the forest, now, all alone 

 

It sits and tolerates the pain and misery 

It’s loss uncountable and uncompensable

(It cries in tsunamis and shakes in earthquakes) 

 

The mourning and funerals as catastrophic calamities 

Now selfish sapiens are in danger 

If there’s no humanity, there shall be no amity 

Now we’ll see nature’s true nature