A letter from Mother Nature to us.....

Looks like centuries have gone past

when you worshipped me like a Goddess

not to mention, each of my forms

was looked up to as nothing less than mere pious

I have seen you rip me totally apart

bit by bit, skin, flesh, bones and heart

have been tormented and tortured too

just for a few pleasures of beings like you

And now you accuse me openly of

putting in my demonic wrath against you

oh! How could you even imagine

a mother doing something like that to you

How I wish I could soothen you

make you believe I can calm you

that it is all done by none other than beings like you

and the ones suffering are also good souls like you.

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