Indebted

Deeply indebted to nature

For the existence and survival

Yet, we have the oldest enmity

Even the slightest overgrowth

Prompts humanity to lacerate

The soul of such beauty

Many wounds have been inflicted

Humanity’s presence increased

Dominating every acre that was conquered

Footprints went haywire

Tinge of delight on the false sense of victory

More of a blot on the Karma

Soon the crucible will be brimming over

Of woes and comeuppance©