#WritcoPoemPrompt39
Changing seasons hark new beginnings,
Like the shoots of tender plants on a Spring morning...
Like the crickets who chirp merrily on a dull evening.

Blessed with gifts of nature;
We see the world where everyone is ushered.
No one ready to stop for a while;
All are busy making a dime.
Always trying to get ahead of time.
Carrying a burden of things which are not worthwhile.

I don't see a soul who is well pleased.
As most of them are unrelieved.
I adore the beauty of nature's gifts.
But man always tries to get into fists.
By harming the gifts of nature.

Be glad God made us as humans.
And we are destroying nature as demons.
Man turned his every need into greed.
And now dreams of getting freed.

The world around us is moving so fast.
And I don't think that mankind is going to last!!!
So here's my question to thou is mankind ever going to change?


© InfinityandBeyond
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