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©