Without a brush nature can aptly paint.
We only must take a more careful look.
Then we can see the cosmos that we taint
by disrespecting all the time it took.
Millions of years developed life’s profusion
that we depend on and enjoy now day by day,
and evidently build on the illusion
that it will always help us, come what may.
I do not want to paint the future black
but cannot overlook signs of distress.
Though nature’s colours will be what we lack,
replacing them by grey and wasted mess.
