Be Not Creul To Earth And Found Her Fair Poem by Chukwuemeka Ezeamalu

In summer's court intrudes autumn's grey
If earth's cards you failed to shuffle with care
In autumn's sky, spring's hand drew its bow
If above more smokes you emit in air
In winter's court monstrous rain to pour
If in the woods more trees you hew than grow
In spring's garden quick death stole her hues
If her flowers you kept far from the bees

Be not cruel to earth and found her fair
If her skies are pure clouds, why dent them with smog?
Break not her strings but make them your care
If you dig from earth, give her back some mud
Whilst metal eagles sound the birds mare,
Man must save trees for royal Eagles pride.