Care of Nature

Nature is slowly dying down again.

They dive back into their dens.

Slowly descending into the dry soil,

Flowers slowly starting to recoil.

We went to war with them.

We chopped off their stems,

Tearing off their roots as if shortening their lives.

We broke down hives,

Just to get honey.

We just wanted money.

Can’t we just leave them to their peace in the universe?

We’re just making it all worse.

But soon,

Everything will be ok.