Natural Disasters

Nature fights back, reclaiming what is hers from the parasitic plague of humanity,

Aimed at destroying her beautiful landscapes, draining her abundant resources,

That she once freely provided to those who nurtured and cared for her.

Unlike the mindful, humanity ravages her lands, forcing her hand—

Raging storms and hurricanes, waters and winds, sent to cleanse,

As she works to preserve her swamps and forests, wiping away what parasitic hands defiled.

Let us prey, they chant, “We will rebuild,” while drowning out the cries of Mother Earth.

Desperate, she fights to survive the infection raging within her atmosphere,

Infinitely expanding, spreading pollution from cities and cars that crush her soul.

She knows with every brick laid, every car built,

A new scar is etched into her skin. The destruction echoes with each passing day,

Shuffling parasites from place to place, oblivious to the torment they cause.

Time and again, Mother Nature says, “Enough,” but her warnings go unheard.

Enough—no longer can the parasites exist without change.

Return to the symbiosis we once knew, where we cared for her as she cared for us,

Supplying us with a paradise, lush and green—a heaven on Earth.