nature is always silent
it is cool
man steps in
and cuts and kills
and wastes
it proclaims its
power
rain and thunder
and lightning
and flood
and mud
nature steps in there too
takes what
it can
man shouts and curses
women wail
children are buried
some are lost
unaccounted
and never heard of again
nature is back to sleep
and does not mind
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