It's One Tug Of War Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

It's one tug of war
Between man and nature,
Who wins out here
Decides the world's future.

Nature is generous, nature gives her full,
Nature gives to the nature all in abundance;
Nothing it holds back, nothing it restrains,
Like a true mother, she flows milk and riches
To feed all her creations, to breed happy broods,
So they make the best of what she gives them.

Everything is there, but knows not how to process,
Like a walking toddler, man struggles, and falls,
And frowns upon nature for not holding him.

Nature is kind, but also wise and strict,
It's mother and father combined into one;
Nature wants its brood learn all tricks of trade,
And fall and get up again by its own strength;
It invests with resources, weighs down with rules,
Keeps its distance, watches live processes;
Man slips and weeps, and curses his fate too,
Doubles up efforts to stand up straight again,
So continues the process to the world's progress.

Nature cares its brood, hence hard it works,
It provides, and punishes too hard for wrongs
And drags its brood over red-hot charcoals,
Singes him alive in hellish long flames
And shears his soul with bloody sharp shovels
To furbish him better along the onward progress.

It's one tug of war
Between man and nature,
Who wins out here
Decides the world's future.