The Mother

We have amber fields of grain

We have corn that grows so tall

We have rice fields that love the rain

We really do have it all.

While nature blessed us, humans and animals alike, humans have wrought the path.

Destruction we have seen, all, at last, nature is not deceived

The Mother brought upon the earth a death.

Lands a mess, crops dried. Rainfall not felled, trees squelched.

Animals and humans. Animals, us all. Humans lost the battle.

The Mother drew upon the stories, the lies. Mother, what have we done. Mother, where have you left to?

Animals pled, their pleas heard. Answered. Given to humans by them, over and over. Until, at last, one stuck.

It is the time. A crusade of sorts, a revenant to a previous world. A path leading to health, longevity, and safety.

Not for us.

Mother Nature. Are we humans to be saved? The price of theft is death, we made it so in times long past. She knows, she remembers. Our Mother, she cannot be deceived.

For when we rest in general death. Eternal peace is granted to those whose voices were ignored in the aftermath of our planned obsolescence.

Course unavoidable.

Overtness did nothing to aide.

Virtually none left alive.

Intelligence was not heeded.

Death became us in the end.

We rounded up our sins. Mother gave us it to defend.