Perverseness

The sun beamed inexorably on the land
the mother nature loses its allure, gradually
It has been devastated, indeed
Could thee hear the groan of the trees?
For methinks thou're still perverse!

Trees topples, soil unsupported
when thee skim through the newspapers
thou wilt realize how abhorrent are thee!
soil errosion, severe landslide,
global warming...what do thee wants more?
It's thy fault!

Thy rapaciousness
kill uncountable lifes!
Thy irresponsibilities
excruciate the mankind!
Thy impudence
destroy thy lovely mother nature!
oh my god!
everything's changed beyond recognition
such a deplorable mother nature!

Who wilt hear
the trees are crying;
the flowers are groaning;
the glasses are shrieking-
so, do treasure them
do love them like thou love thyself.
He knows thy sincereness, indeed.