When Mother Nature Loses Her Patience

There is something lurking in the woods

And it isn’t pretty

A sight of tragedy and loss

Revenge, oh such a pity

Of broken bonds and family ties

Their hair is a mess, their face tells the rest

But their roots remain strong

For blood is thicker no less

In vain times and in good ones

The birds cry for the trees, the crows eat at their feet

Their roots like pained soldiers, stoic with an endless desire to sleep

Good times come when summer is here

In fall some fall, some way too steep

Come winter’s winds howling in the rain, the snow

Who knows where it might blow?

In spring, look, I’ve made a friend, a beautiful willow tree

Summer’s here, the men cause fear

The weeping willow’s sweat falls like tears

In anticipation, we think, who is next?

In consternation, the willow weeps, and we lose a friend again

We try to scream, but the scorching heat has dried up our windpipes

So much that if someone were to brush their arm along our bark

All that would be felt is fire, anger that was unprecedented, nonetheless deep

There is something lurking in the woods

An ominous premonition of some sort

A warning from Mother Nature, in a fairytale world of feeling trees

Where the trees have had enough, felt enough, seen enough

Where the trees have lost too much

Too much to remain in disguise, to stay silent

Their emotional pleas, unheard but defiant through the deafening silence

For this was such a perfect place for mankind

But a terrible, ungrateful species we were for such a perfect place

And by and by for the next specimen to come

There will be something lurking in the woods

A force, stronger than anyone can ever imagine

Of enduring knights who have waited for so long

Who have waited to avenge whom they have lost

Always acquiescent to the commands of Mother Nature who knows best

And who will command an ambush when the time is right

For even mothers will lose their patience from time to time

So here we are, roots firm in the ground, hair flying around

Compliant saints on the outside, beautiful beasts on another

Waiting for the opportunity to strike

And all of mankind will have felt it

All of you will have seen it

But it will be the last time you see anything again.

Author’s Note: This is you could say a warning from Mother Nature to mankind. I got this idea when I got an email this morning from the Earth Day Network which mentioned the struggles Puerto Rico has been going through to recover from the devastation of Hurricane Maria. So, in honor of Earth Day (which is on April 22), I donated $2 ($1/tree) which is all I had in my credit card (lol, I’m broke) to help plant trees in El Yunque National Forest, the only tropical rain forest in the US. So, in honor of Earth Day (and to save this planet from the imminent threat of Climate Change), I encourage you to give just $1 to the Canopy Project today, because, if not you, who? If not now, when?

CHANGE STARTS WITH YOU

Donation link: https://earthdaynetwork.salsalabs.org/thecanopyproject/index.html