Nature bleeds

When you make me bleed
With your waste and pollute me
You hold a gun to my head
You are killing me can't you see
I'm giving you all,
yet you take as you like
i am a gentle soul,
that wants to be awed,
Like a lady dressed in fine lin,
Hair made up with a pin,
Notice my wounds,
Take care of my most vulnerable needs.
I am a gift that keeps on giving,
But smother me with poisoning
and my supply might run out,
Leaving me dead and pointless,
without a doubt.
Take care of me,
Like I want to take care of you,
When nature bleeds,
Remember who holds the gun.