Nature’s Tears…

It’s not the hurricane I do fear,

It’s not the rain and the wind; let me make that clear,

What I fear the very most is that poor old mom Nature,

Is crying her eyes out, all this rain, her tears…

She cries for the way man does ruin Nature,

She cries for the way man has stripped her natural world,

Laying bare her fields, her wooded forests,

And building homes that encroach on the very borders of her pristine beaches…

Let me try, says she, let me try to wash them all away,

This hurricane it would be her way,

To end mans reign over the powers that she has coveted,

To try and destroy some of man’s technology,

Mom Nature fighting back,

Trying to take from man that which has come from his head,

Trying in a non-violent way to take from man his head,

The same thing done to her for a thousand years prior,

If you don’t believe me, just look around, Mom Nature is no liar…

                        © ed ~ 8/15/04