The last lap before death........

It’s amazing how we complain so loud,
Of the smoldering sun,
Of the vanishing rain cloud

A seldom raindrop quenches the sand,
No water this season,
No crops in the land

Oh why do we keep begging?
For gods gifts that come free
When his blessings are many
Like the fruits on the tree

How long will it take?
For to know when to cease
The pillage of Mother Nature
So we leave her in peace

The building so high
Shoots smoke up the sky
And pumps out black water
To the river close by

The tree stays so silent
No birds on her head
Her branches are withered,
Her flowers drop dead

Where are the trees
That gave shade from the sun?
Where are the rivers
That made her quiet run?

How long will it take?
For to know when to cease
The pillage of Mother Nature
So we leave her in peace

Then came a day when I knew I was done
My life flashes before me as I looked past my son
at the tree that lay silent having beaten me to the grave
No trees did I plant, No water did I save

My son I called over and spoke in his ears
These free gifts I wasted in all my good years
The cancer I die from has done justice to my soul
Saving Mother Nature should be your prime goal!!