Nature’s Plight

Consider…

Humans have multiple means of staying healthy. 

Nature is subject to its own live or die week, month or season of the year.

In the heart of Nature’s abundance,

Flames may dance a fiery ballet consuming all

as leaves modestly utter their final lament.

Not uncommon…

Come storms of rage

As skies weep

And thunder makes known

Its ushering of soaking floods through landscapes

 often void of protection.

Nature trembles of wrath’s weight of unforgiving weather,

Anticipating human hands will return

With their often careless and cruel ignorance,

Scaring the earth with wounds unhealable.

Pollution’s overcast darkens the sky,

Nature’s cry for mercy unheard.

Rivers may run dry,

Parched and cracked,

Leaving thirsty roots without aid.

Gone are the days of dependable help,

When Man’s pre-narcissistic binge of irresponsibility

Was still to be born.

Yes…

We are caught in the relentless march of Time’s passage

Where trees age,

Their limbs growing weary,

Remembering their once towering canopy stature,

Now its life-giving partner of light and water but an anomaly of the past,

Its free-flowing elixir of vibrant sustenance now a distant dream.

Such crowds the land with overly-dense groves,

A tangled mess where plants versus trees vie for space,

Struggling for sunlight, for breath.

Such is the tragedy  of a silent battle unseen.

Now…

Mankind faces the massive ice thaw of climate change,

Where rivers swell,

Floods rush forth unbridled,

A deluge of Nature’s tears

Downpouring hopes,

Washing away dreams.

Above…

The sun’s embrace is obscured by polluted clouds,

Sending forth cold shadow blanketing of the earth,

Wilting Life yearning for warmth and gentle rains,

The life-support mission of sunlight and moisture

Remains a silent plea…

Unanswered.

Thus, for sentient beings,

View Nature’s suffering

As a mirror reflecting our own silent cries.

Different causes,

Yet pain  just as injurious,

A shared lament,

A universal sigh.