Natures Call

The call of mother nature,
strong and clear,
in every crevice,
waiting, for her time,
to come again,
be worshipped and respected,
like in the old days,
another crisp packet sinks to the bottom,
disdain,
tarnishing her greatness.

Spilt oil,
a gull crying for help his beak,
suffocating in the oily destruction of man,
turning out from the water,
she watches in every whirlpool,
getting madder,
stronger,
anger, sees red!,
forming a tsunami ,
this should teach them.