Bed of flowers lieing on a piece of land
Waits for you to bend down and take a smell
Pond of water, bright and sparkling
Waits for you to sit by it's edge and tell a story
Grove of trees standing rooted, silent
Waits for you to take shelter in its shade

Yet you, YOU crush the bed beneath your feet
YOU dirty the pond with vicious colours
YOU strip the groove bare of its trees

Yet YOU think
NATURE won't be angry
And nature won't be mean?!

- Shingz