Poem:

Listlessly the time drags on;

the heat of the sun’s inclement force

scorches the earth, sears the lawn,

with no compassion nor remorse,

inviting smog; the firmament appears divorced

from every cloud; sparrows twittering, forlorn!

Nature as if sorely vows

to let its anger loose upon

spoilers of its erstwhile plan,

the belly of the tortured earth being full

of the poisonous acts of man.

Not until the sun goes down

eases the burden of the dirge

of the sad, old earth; but soon

another day arrives, another scourge,

another cry of Nature woebegone!

but life on earth advances on and on,

with all the foibles of man that are

his legacy to those as yet unborn

whose privileges tomorrow may be gone.