What the Gods gave us

In the beginning, you may not have understood
Why I lay under the tree's shielding arch,
 Why I smell the flowers at their best,
Or why I watch the ants march
 Over Mother Nature's chest.

You may not have understood
Why I listen to the waterfall's cry
Or watch how the spring sky's hue
would clear the waters eyes and lay it with radiance
As ducklings danced in the warmth
Over Mother Nature's chest.

Nevertheless, as the sun went to rest
And the moon took over the heavens,
A kaleidoscope of stars appeared over our reach
That generations of others had lay beneath.
In its infinite reach, it would light the darkness that surrounded us
As the north wind would sing us to sleep
Oh, how life was wondrous as we rested
Over Mother Nature's chest.

As the leaves fell from their thrones
And the creatures began to hide
The earth painted a mural of life-
Before winter crept once again,
Turning birdsong into slumber
Over Mother Nature's chest.

Despite the paragon of virtuous views
Man created a new bittersweet world out of nature's sight.

Calamities of disasters killed our mother natures land,
Scarring screeches of falling branches echoed across valleys;
Shaven trees cry out in the wind
From agony and vexation
Over man's new land.

The earth's heartbeat dances with the rhythm of a thousand earthquakes
While flames burn higher than the ocean's tide.
What the Gods gave to us was now eliminated
And now it was only
Man’s new land.