Nature, Rearranged

Once in the forest
There came to live
A man named Doe

He ran from the city
Until he got lost
As far as he could go

He was a smart man
A genius he claimed
Outside of the forest green

But here he knew
He knew nothing
Except Nature was mean

Not so much mean
But unforgiving
Which is what he sought

He did bad things
In the city so dark
Until he was caught

The other people
They forgave him
For all that he did

The man built a weapon
Mighty and destructive
For the highest bid

People died from it
He thought nature did, too
When he saw the terrible scar

Soon it was learned
Who built his device
They cheered him near and far

So he ran away
Told Nature to take him
For what he had wrought

In the forest
Deep and green
A new lesson he bought

Nature was alive
Not at all wounded
Just rearranged in small place

The man lived
And then he understood
What was the human race

It’s all Nature
Near and far
Wherever one might go

It cannot be destroyed
Just rearranged
As the man came to know.

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When I started writing this, I didn’t know quite where I was headed with it.  I am not sure I like where I finished, but the point is valid:  You can’t really destroy Nature.  Make her have ugly spots here and there, yes, but we humans are a part of nature, too, so the things we do are, ultimately, natural.  This doesn’t mean we can be careless; everything has consequence, and we should be mindful of what the consequences of our actions might be.

Enough Ranting about Mother Nature.  See you Monday.