Why cant we do what happens naturally

The song that the wind blows across grass;
A tranquil harmony that doesn't always last. 
The tapping of the rain of the roof of tin;
The music of ones heart deep within. 

The torching of the sun feels us with a tempo to slow down;
As if that one ray of light; it's own when no ones around. 
The clouds so silent, but so many shapes that we see;
Wishing that our lives were just as free. 

The water the flows as a poet can only write;
It is free to except us; it's a free invite. 
The lighting cracks as loud as a cymbal;
For it's a sound that is all original. 

The thunder rumbles as a bass drum;
Always a little fright deep inside in comes from. 
The tornados that ruin so many houses and a lot dead;
People left homeless and no food lies ahead. 

The hurricanes that drown and floods this world;
All acts of mother nature; which Is a swirled. 
If mother nature can kill for it's her own plan;
It would is all the same for man to kill man. 

One is given for one is preventative 
One is fury, for one has the right to live. 

We are truly violent as our mother earth;
The only difference; we give birth. 
Yes! She makes plants and flowers 
Grow;
We fight in her land; only to die in her meadow. 

So when you say green peace; save the earth;
She will willing to take the old, and the young ones at birth. 
We will always have some type of war;
For the one of mother nature we all ignore. 

The water 
The land
The sky
These are all things that we don't think about that can make us die!

So their is just not bullets; rockets, or bombs;
Just take a minute and listen to all of her songs...