When the rising deserts strayed north

Unto the sleeping forests reach

Golden sands that sprayed forth

Tapped a tune of Natures grief

And leaves did fall — and fall in torrents as the hail

Yet tenderly so, crestfallen — crusted up and pale

A river carried tale of what transpired in the East

It strum through the deepest valleys, to the whistling of a gale

Yet it plays with growing agony - at the absence of the rain

And it trickles down to lonely, a murk in deathly shame

Where then shall the eagle rinse its talons?

Or the lion wash its mane?

A falcon has nested in a tower,

An edifice of metal frame

In the newer jungle burns on neon flames

Flaring high to the heavens peak

Sounds a muffled drone — as of many feet

Seeking out what’s not theirs to keep

A fading blossom cries a silent cry

As it petals flake into the wind

For no longer now does the ground hold firm

Or the sky keep its promise - to it

The queen has fallen — wails the carving ice

The virtuoso that commands our awe

Behold true sorrow — the loss of life

Lo and behold mother nature’s toll