Mother nature spoke on a whispered wind,
a story so sad of her children who have sinned.
I gave them everything, so she said,
life of wonder and the glorious heavens above each head.
A cornucopia for their bodies and nourishment for all inquisitive minds,
and when hubris became a virus I gave undeniable signs.
Yet willful ignorance and apathy are the paths that most like to tread,
no matter the sickening count of the dead.
Her words became like thunder which brought pain to my ears.
Listen to my warning, she urged, or the end will come within a few years.
This world is a gift that I gave for you all to cherish and hold dear,
It is not to be squandered, or my last gift will be fear.
You are but one creature among many, but all will come to dread.
Like the beautiful weave of a tapestry, life is dependant on every thread.
Look to the land beneath your feet, then raise your gaze to the sky.
Use the spark that I gave you because no one will hear your last cry of ‘Why?’
Your demise will be at your own hands, guided by your own conceit.
Time is the most precious thing you have, without a chance for repeat.
Insanity is all that can be gained by my unheard repetition,
so I shall speak no more and leave you with one final condition.
Learn that humility is not a weakness, but the seed of wisdom for all,
or your existence will become a mere memory, with no one left to recall.
If you have love for your kith and kin,
heed my words and listen to the spirit within.