The world is full of richness and colour,
No sister animal should be without her counterpart brother,
There can be no action without consequence,
Whether delivered swiftly or in recompense.
As the waves crash into the oceans,
The tides pulled by the moon with sweet devotion,
The sirens of the sea weep with sorrow,
As the deep is ravaged by the undertow.
As the petals on a flower clasp one another,
One bee's flight pronounced as nectar gathered,
The forests and hedgerows that should be voluptuous,
Have cankered growth, but birdsong rapturous.
As the sun scorches the raindrops from the bows,
The wildlife scuttles and hides within shadows,
Amidst what should be peaceful, something gathers,
Age-old darkness that chatters and staggers.
Hidden within this bounty in plain, lurid, sight,
Is a troublesome child that acts like a blight,
A form of animal that cannot be stopped,
It knows no bounds and has soon to be dropped.
Nature is happy to find her bountiful balance,
As the leaves continue to fall in glorious radiance,
This child of hers will learn to change,
Or be wiped forever from Nature's range.
So while the spiders continue to spin and weave,
The crabs continue to scuttle from the sea,
The dewy grass collects crystal beads,
This child of destruction sows black, rotten seeds.
It cannot be long until Nature's song,
Decides enough is enough, man should be gone,
But until that time is due to pass,
Enjoy the smoke on the wind and the scorched grass.
~ Miranda Elliott