Ode To Nature And Soul Poem by BRANDEN B. BRANDEN

Here, what blind and disastrous acts
Committed in the sight of all to blame
Long you've endured these scarring attacks
A scarred terrain is what you became
In debt of some powerful, merciful craft
You, the destroyed, are still undying.
The billions now buried in the eternal eye
Our screams and our cries, hysterically daft
Turning our heads, and all denying
Our will to destroy. Now reply!

Strike us back with monstrous storms
At the reigns of a boundless pain
Send off tornadoes in colors and forms
And drench us in the down pouring rain
Strike desert sands to carry on wind
As well as snow in the deserts of ice
And smash our bodies with your rock slides
Though all suffering will never end
My presence, it may or may not suffice
As it wanders, and as it confides.

The people rarely stop to see your smile
Who so often provoke your hidden beast
I would like to be in your presence awhile
Nature may not detest me, at least
May not revoke your golden sunshine
Burning through indentured leaves
Or put a stop in all its streams
That I'm here, I'm left to pine
Your cryptic state, despite humanity believes
That nature is just as it seems