There Will Be A Lonely Land Poem by Aish S

There will be a lonely land!
With no fertility to the sand,
Lives on land, singing at night,
With the end covered with white.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
How lonely are the birds and the woods!
Here the human runs-and there the life fly
The land that looks at god all the day,
And lifts her lonely soul to pray;
Why do we submit to nature's sway?
Consider it a beauty and attention not pay,
The result always rise with powerful ray,
The end may burn heart mid-day.
Nature is beautiful, nature is fun,
Sometimes its sin and sometimes its virtue.
Will we be able to save the life?