I sit upon this lonely rock;

Amidst a rushing stream;

No human being dares to flock;

Where mother nature rules as queen.

The current dictates its own course;

Weaving to and fro’;

Even fish dare not challenge its force;

On and on it goes.

Robins and wrens chirp overhead;

Their feathers gleaming in the sun;

They know not yet what lies ahead;

Busied with contentment and fun.

Bees buzz between the flowers;

Going about their work;

They return to their hive after long hours;

There again they lurk.

As autumn comes, the leaves tint gold;

They flutter to the ground;

Floating down the river, cold;

Oaks whistling without a sound.

A cold wind blows across the grund;

Carrying the smell of snow;

Nature’s debt never dunned;

A wrath we shall not know.

A shadow passes overhead;

I open up my eyes;

No birds, no trees, no river, no bees;

Tranquility has died.

No longer is a river here;

The rushing sounds were manmade;

Nature’s hearth we commandeer;

To lay down asphalt we paved.

The birds that fly about our heads;

Shine metallic in the sun;

Unflapping wings glide in their stead;

No sound of a bird’s song.

Gone are bees hurrying from flower to flower;

Replaced by humans in their lust for power;

We rush from place to place;

No smile seen on any face.

The trees that once stood tall and proud;

Now lay dying, burnt in their shroud;

In their place stand our own towers;

Continual growth evidence of cowards.

Where has mother nature gone?

We killed her;

We killed her;

All on our own.