The Only Immortal

From a tiny dark seedling a tree begins to grow Into a huge tree with large branches in fifty years or so It does not need help from Humankind Nature does best on her own A tiny seed blown in the wind by Nature is self sown To kind Mother Earth who feeds us all respect we do not pay We pollute the air we pollute the seas and every Waterway But what we do to Mother Earth to our own selves we do The weather temperatures rising every year by a degree or two We are like Nature's Seasons to life we come and go The sharp scythe of the reaper is destined to lay us low Immortality for Humankind perhaps based on a lie We must return to Nature since we are born to die The greats of human history the life from them long gone But Nature lives forever she just goes on and on.