Seasons

After so much wind and dust: how pretty to see the greenery
Every tree sprouts anew: it's all so beautiful and fresh
Even though its weeds that grow: the colours of the earth do show
That no matter what happens to us poor mortal folk
The seasons go on and on, not waiting; ever always turning round
As this earth is bound: in routines so unchanging
Day and night continue on as if by magic: revolving
The world it turns and we must move: in time that waits for no one
It has no heart to feel our pain: it sees not our trials each day but
Continues on and on; everlasting!


But could she open up her heart and soul
The earth would show her angry might at our unfeeling taking out
Of all her precious minerals and beauteous jewels
To use and use without a thought: rise up would she to spew us out
Reclaiming all that was always hers and letting us humans know without a doubt
The earth is alive and will take back: just wait and see that queen is she
Of all her oceans and mountains too: she will finally claim her due and
Leave us spent and writhing!