If Natural, welcomed, even its wrath,
But what if it isn’t & sown by few?
Once would be misfortune, twice
calamity,
And if ain’t acted, then never such eschewed.
If Natural, surrender 'we' our will,
In front of who precious treasure
bequeathed;
But if it isn’t & who pleasured in
bunkers,
Built on the positioned synthetics.
If Natural, pledge to care till walk,
And nurture it more than ourselves;
But when it isn’t, against contend,
Else badges would lie in shelves.
What’s Natural shalt be revered,
Be fought for its pride night & day;
Alas! Against its will, if acted,
Mother Nature a day shalt rhyme to say.