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Nature's Revenge
Death's sweet scent,
winds blow a path of time,
leaves fall to the ground, buds
bloom into flowers along
the light of her love. Warm rays
shine through misty skies, the meal
of a leaf into the airs of our souls.
Crisp, clean circle of life continues.
Within only her beauty,
mysteries still unaware, certain
unnatural forces erode our home,
devouring her essence, her throne.
Disbelief, destruction, desolate land;
children cry, faded hopes fall
upon our ocean of unlocked knowledge.
These misguided hands of greed continue.
Angels beyond the light of the sun,
of every star that can be seen, upon
her unstable atmosphere, helpless white wings
flutter an angel who sings one prayer,
into the fading skies, of the violent storms
over the melting seas; churning vengeance
unknown. Inbalance -- infested nature's love,
continues uncontrolled till our blessed death comes.
© Copyright 2000 Kenneth Jp Drysdale