We are of nature
And controlled by nature
Merely, puppets in its hand
If not for its abundance
We would be scourging
Our soul traumatized
Heart without feelings
Living a banal life
We are because of nature
Controlled by it
Is there a plan?
For, we also massacre nature
Nature’s test for humanity
How we nurture
And make inroads
Deeper into its soul
Leave nature, barren
Cutting off our lifeline
Tricked into following
A path of massive destruction
Leaving a trail of sorrow
In years to come
Fewer lands will feed us
Engineered crops
To withstand our assault
In a way nature
Is also engineering our end
We are mere puppets©
Amitav Chowdhury 
I love this one. When my kiddos are my age. I wonder if there will be any forrests left. ❤️
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Thank you so much, Carisa. What worries me is as adults are we doing enough to secure our future generation. Or, are we going to leave them a beautiful planet.
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I worry about the same thing. I feel my kiddos already have missed things I remember growing up around.
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Exactly, Carisa. I think it’s getting more complicated now.
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