Nature's Rape
By Fife4
Nature produces miracles. Clouds dance across the sky. Brisk air's fury; and anger I cannot deny. Blades of grass bend at the wind's boastful command. Flowers arise out of the rich, lush land. Can beauty continue through our distrust? Or will it fade as all beauty must? Land is raped by man's savage lies; Leaving no anticipation for the majestic sunrise.True opinions please. And check out my other poems! Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 11:04 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Nature produces miracles...."