|...The Scene...|
Wilted flower's droop to the breeze of whisper's of air.
While basking in the elusive lord's retreat namely his lair.
Hand's carved scenery to reincapture mind's and display perfection.
Untouched stationary's slaving to rid evil & enforce correction.
Tree's wilt and shadow the soil, to discreet plantation birth.
Scene's untouched by men alike, no wound's on bark for axe's to insert.
Landscape's provide haven for animal's to bask in god's glory.
Mind's unravel upon presence of nature, a heart-felt story.
Bush's twine and twist amongst trunk's, & array's of petal's.
Non-industrialist, sweet oudor's instead of molten metal's.
|...Human Influence...|
Nature hidden away from the malicous pupil's of destruction.
To halt the advance of tree-cutting, and soothe tree dweller reduction.
Motion's of the air affect action's of petal's & illuminate the horizon.
While nature's imagination's direct anger on lumberjack's, and despise-em.
Tree bark withhold's spirit's and embossed image's of entity's.
Seducing colour's fulfill flower formation's & highlight natural remedy.
Pilgrim's scripture's bestowed in nature's tool's and reserve's.
Blossoming taking place, and vine's galavanting with olive's & herb's.
Vision's of natural waste, & every tree death & animal fatality's.
...Shatter as my mind slip's back to life, & persistent reality's.
This was a topical battle verse, and due to certain reason's i put this is OM form for feedback, tell me what you think.