Some too bright, others a darker shade
Even the flowers seem to be so indistinguishable from fake
How has this become us, how has this become our normalcy
What nourished once, now renders illnesses
A child that could think bright as the sun, limps at thoughts
Those old bones that could carry the weight of a horse
Are brittle now, what have we done to ourselves
A nip here, a graft there, malice in codons and codons of genes
As humans we have malformed, twisted what our mother provides
Altered it, Poisoned it, into a curse for ages to come
What have we done, all in the name of profiting from science
When the last blade of grass, shall shed its real green
And the last sunflower shall be a shade of pale, seedless
When all we know as life shall be at its dusk
We will seek intervention, asking what have we done to ourselves
Maybe at that nature shall spring anew, germinate love
Make us see the folly of our profiteering, and help heal
We may have walked away far off, from mother nature's calling
Yet she would always try to bring us home.
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