CRUEL NATURE

Nature, in all it’s beauty, is not always kind,
We see the stately tree and flowers sweet,
We see the great river flow, twist and wind,
Many different animals we may also meet.

We do not see the suffering of the weakling
Born, watch it in pain, and helpless till it dies,
We do not see the old and mighty beast cling
To life, gasping under relentless heated skies.

We do not see, across the expanse of snow,
Hungry creatures seeking some sustenance
From barren earth, we could never really know
The pain as at the scene we casually glance.

Trees and plants in forests thick fight to live,
Fighting for water, food and the sun’s light,
Yet as we gaze in wonder, what can we give
To ease the pain, help the weak ones win the fight?

I love the beauty of nature, but not it’s cruelty,
And love to see a forest in colourful splendour,
But weep as a dying tree or creature I see,
Wondering how many to winter’s cold surrender.

M Ann Margetson © July 16, 2000
2000/Cruelnature


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