Better Late Than Never
Scattered clouds over the sky
Crashing waves below
Nature rests peacefully.
But man tugs relentlessly at her
Chopping and burning and thrashing
The air is thick with his cruel plunder.
She heaves painfully
Pants and sighs and gasps for breath.
Yet the beast doesn’t comprehend
He continues with his barrage.
The sea gurgles, the crust cracks,
The dance of the wind strengthens
Forcing all that it passes to collapse.
All man-made creations,
And all God-made creatures
Fall at her feet.
She stamps mercilessly on them
And avenges her outrage.
Nature is at her worst,
Man too is at his worst.
The Destroyer and the Destroyed.
Once more they rise in harmony
To re-start from the ashes.
For the moving clouds to watch
And the crashing waves to listen
To the soothing murmur of Nature
While Man rests peacefully in Her Hands.
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