Nature: The Battle

• Liam Nitschke, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2018

The wind sighed through the tree,
As though we had just let it free,
Blowing like it was disguising disgust,
At the huge contraption with rust,
Clustered all over the dirty machine,
Ruining the beautiful scene,
Of Nature in its best form,
To watch this gadget perform,
Its ghastly task of creating a factory,
Manufacturing more devices that shall go on a killing spree,
Destroying Mother Nature,
Creating many an acre,
Of pure artificialness,
Of course, they argue, we don’t need to fuss,
Over Nature, it’s so small,
But to destroy Nature is to destroy all.