I wrote this on a very gray and windy day, it made me think how we abuse nature.

I stand amidst strong winds—

Feel its power

How small man is among nature,

Frail against her elements

Yet, we defile her essence

Air, earth, water,

In progressive plunder

Selfish is our existence,

Slaughtering her children

In incremented extinction

No wonder she lashes back

In unyielding fury,

Reclaiming her possessions

Have we no morals

In raping such beauty.

No stone unturned by

Our iron hands

No water pure from

Our venom

No creature free from

Our stalking

I stand in gentle rain—

Feel its sorrow

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