Tornado

Nature casts her eyes upon a land in which she flourished,
But to her dismay, the land is shriveled and malnourished.
The few trees that are left cry out to her in pain
And look hopelessly at their mother as they’re dragged out in chains.

Her eyes, ablaze with burning fire
Could take no more of our greedy desires
She comes down to earth as a twisting spire,
And lets out a roar like an off-key choir. 

What looks like a mess is a choreographed dance,
That displays her fury through her prance.

The whirling wind plucks buildings like flowers
And throws them around before tossing the towers.
“What did my children do to deserve this treatment?”
She asks the humans, growing impatient.

She turns her back, and with a final step,
Sweeps town after town in her twirling dress.
Her feet ascend from the tangled mess,
And she retreats to the clouds, frowning in distress.

Nature has provided comforting arms and peaceful words,
But heaves a heavy sigh when she sees what we’ve returned. 
The resources we were gifted, we have heavily abused 
Her majestic, graceful animals we have trapped inside of zoos.

Looking down at Earth, once a beautiful blue oasis
All she sees now is a sphere of deadly gases
We suffocate her children, and poison them with fumes
We have no boundaries in our growing economic boom. 

If we don’t end this madness, it will only get much worse,
Our selfish human minds always put ourselves first. 
Species disappearing like bubbles popping in the air
Are barely even noticed in our self-absorbed affairs.

Nature casts her eyes upon a land she used to reign
But her docile, gentle soul is getting tired from the pain. 
She no longer has the strength to help her children that are crying 
And our blind human eyes cannot see how she is dying.