She Delivers Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Can what Mother Nature has already done,
Be improved upon by man...
To become for some,
A wish to outdo...
Mama's stunning?
With a cunning.

Will Mother allow to be breached this way?
Brewing in a heat...
To watch with Her eyes,
With nothing to say?
Or has She said it?
With no one paying attention.

As She delivers Her attitude with thunder.
To drench relentlessly with floods,
Hoping her children will obey.
Has 'Mama' selected earthquakes to shake us?
With a round of hurricanes and tornadoes...
To show us 'Mama' knows.

And yet we ignore and neglect...
With a lack of consciousness reflected.
Believing Her to be an accident...
We choose to perceive we can easily circumvent,
With our limited intelligence.
To take for granted this atmosphere She gives.
That bestows us breath to live.

Can what Mother Nature has already done,
Be improved upon by man...
To become for some,
A wish to outdo...
Mama's stunning?
With a cunning.

Or will we ever learn to listen in silence...
And observe Her gracious beauty,
Without defiance?
As creatures who leech...
Upon Her goodness.
As we feed unceasingly our selfishness,
Centered upon our greed.