War Between We And Nature

On darkest night shining, glittering, twinkling, Alone gazing them, searching, smiling, praising, Many small insects; full throated with high shrill, They; rehearsing, singing, ceremonial chorus drill, Suddenly an owl pounced on scorpion a little far, Then a missile from heaven seen; a shooting star, Whole noisy forest entered into the silence mode, Silence was broken with the peculiar song of toad, Animals slept in cave or on the branches, hugging Thus avoiding the uncertain attack; the mugging, The world behind me was enjoying the lovely dream No light, cosy bed, silence of eternal brook's stream, The primitive world infront of me fearing modernity, Of the world of changing that keep devils infirmity, Whole forests are hunted by us; we are killing them, Slogan is to save them is a lie, we're not saving hem, We are killing innocents that they stood without arms If nature is having revenge with us, do we need alarms? The final war will be fought ‘tween us and holy nature, How powerful we will be, we can not save our future