The Artificial Nature

Snow capped mountains
surrounded by fog
standing tall and strong,
Sad! It will be gone
while future will remember
the pictures and words
reflected in books

The rains drops,
falls like the arrows
of happiness and hope
to beings tortured
by drought and heat

As year pass by,
the rain drops
turn into drips
formulated by humans
like us

The forests
thick and green,
filled with animals,
big and small,
innocent and wild,
with hope to survive

The forests are encroached,
Tall scrapers are built,
Animals live now,
in man mad shelters
to entertain humans

The river flows,
like blood in veins,
The air we breathe,
is like the soul,
The land we dig,
is like the body
encompassed of soul and life,
yet we forget
to protect