Storm on the rise (revised)

Vibrations vividly vaporize
 before our very eyes,
eternal energies echo
 throughout sacred skies.
To my surprise
 there's a storm on the rise,
the thunder roaring and soaring,
the presence of destruction looming
leaving the inhabitants distraught,
in the midst of mayhem
we are caught
and foolish for believing
all that we've been taught.
  
Nature is disappointed in us,
 her own children, taking and raping
 and pillaging internationally.
  
We are failing
  We're bailing on mother nature. 
Why have we? 
For the money? 
For the fame? 
For the possessions? 
For the power? 
  
In this, our final hour, 
will we realize and witness
what we've done?
It's plain as day
under the brightly shining sun,
this is our only home,
 our only one,
 no place else to run to.