Mother Nature Raped By Man Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wind tearing through my hair, tangling it unmercifully
in mid-air.
Shining sun burning my body with heat intensive rays,
warming me up as the wind cools me down.
Looking across the way at mountainous beauty dressed
in green from the rain.
Arid deserts climbing their steep walls, reaching for
blue skies.
Rocky places, nooks and niches carved by centuries of
weather, giving mountains their bold pristine
countenances.
Natural beauty beckoning our eyes with fragrant scents
of creosole, touching our souls.
Eyes averting, trying not to see dismal sights of houses growing upon and stagnating such mountainous beauty.
Man has again raped mother nature, leaving scars of his continued disregard for life and the environment.