Mother Nature

Listen, walk with quiet tread, Mother Nature’s at her work.
Close not your eyes to what is there, amongst yon bushes lurk,
Many a timorous creature, seeking solitude and calm,
Away from those more larger beasts which cause them such alarm.

How fearful to them must be, to hear measured tread,
How many froze in fear, when they should have fled.
The pad, pad, pad of furry paw, a sniffing of the air,
As stealthily the hunter trails his quarry to its lair.

Alas this scene is natural, Mother Nature in the raw,
Her citizens must feed themselves, by teeth and fierce claw.
For all in nature balances, each creature has its own,
Predator which seeks those out that really should have flown.

Yet natures features change with time, now looking so careworn,
As her deadliest of enemies, her selections now suborn.
No natural selection, survival of the few,
For man steps in to change her laws as she would never do.

The chromosomes are being changed, man now reads DNA,
Nature will be made to change if selection does not pay.
Put away the beauty, and those things not made by man,
And praise the mighty Dollar, forget nature if you can.

For by mans interference, hunger will be no more,
But do we see the problems nature’s placing in her store?
To bring out when she’s ready, each mutant strain will be,
Turned upon its head in time, yes, turned on you and me.

Super drugs breed super bugs where each and every strain,
Metamorphose every one, not once, but time again.
Changing, changing ever more, causing fear and strife,
Invisible, yet deadly, changing building blocks of life.

Oh yes, rest quite assured, nature will have her own way,
And each and everyone of us, will ever rue the day.
That man suborned her duties and thought to take command,
And in doing so spread fear and devastation through the land.

Where crops grew hale and hearty, though ears of grain were small,
Cereals grow high and full, contaminating all.
Who dare to eat the deadly fruit produced by mans own hand,
And mans demise ensured as nature makes her stand.
Her will shall not be subdued, men cloning like for like,
Because she sits there patiently does not mean that she won’t strike.
For Mother nature’s waiting, for her time’s all the same.
Of one thing I am certain, She’ll be the winner of this game.

Finally the human race will learn how losing feels,
Watching nature, horrified, as across the land she steals,
Turning what was once the norm, to dreadful twisted things,
Awful images so corrupt that only nightmare brings.

Anything of their likeness, for man to understand,
Just what his interference has brought upon the land.
Nature wreaking vengeance as man stands taking stock,
And wishing it was in his power to turn back natures clock.

Pollysyllabic 10.07.96