Nature

It clings to the edges

No longer centre stage

Chopped back by the pledges

Of individuals seeking gain

Where once was magnificence

 Now slumped piles of maimed and slain

It used to have people

Fighting in its name

Impeding the greed

Behind the push to resource, remold, rename

Instead ancient peoples

Are ravaged for their cultures

Invaders are we

Still mining their bones like vultures

Assuaging the past

With tokenistic approaches

It mourns those people

Who loved its every being

Its love, its secrets, its art

Of giving and receiving