You Who Cannot Love Nature

Her natural ways you only wish to control You who cannot love Nature you do not have a soul Our beloved Earth Goddess the source of the poet's muse The one who sustains us and her you abuse. A successful developer and a known millionaire Yet you are not special and your type not rare You have caused the death of many a tree You cannot love Nature that seems sad to me. You don't hear the birds sing where there once was a wood Yet many look up to you see greed as good Far too many people and too few who care For the Goddess of Nature in her World out there. You who cannot love Nature you do not understand That we are a part of her as much as a grain of sand And whether our remains they bury or burn Of Nature we are and to her we'll return. You who cannot love Nature the windows of your soul Are covered in dark shades that are dark as coal All of those who love Nature you look on as strange And you snigger aloud at talk of climate change.