Cry Of Nature

 

Shy nymphs nestled in roughened bark their spirits intertwined.
Stroked by breezes and gently hugged by reaching slender vines.
Joined as one the dryad fades should the giant die.
So tied are they to this their home that towers to the sky.
Sadly weep the lone sentinels that dwell in the living wood.
For mortals squander creations secrets before there understood.
The tribes of man no longer know about their ancient past.
Arrogant is their faith in foolish ways and luck that will not last.
Lust and want has cloud their minds reducing life’s true worth.
Destined to relive the ancient lessons once taught by mother earth.
The protective keep of woodland homes feels the growing threat.
Disturbing natures balanced peace the closer humans get.
What was once shall once again return to claim the land.
When no more is left to offer up its reward will be at hand.
The pursuit of fleshed Apollo’s to Daphne’s last retreat.
Shall leave the bitter taste of ashen suffering and defeat.