We all have that one person in our lives.
The one who provides a constant itch.
They've wrecked innocence.
Stolen faith.
Destroyed the sense of safety and ease in your own skin.
And not content with those ruinations they trade in petty miseries
daily interfering with the simple joys in life.

Nature with its numberless powers
Can twist or turn, bend or devour.
And those who won't resist the wind,
Will grow the bearing trees within.

"Dripping water hollows out the stone" -
Ovid says with his baritone, -
"Not through force, but through persistence"
Know nothing we about existence.

So small in wast titanic world,
Great powers, people think behold.
Imprudent brains, stop tossing into nature
Your greedy power's ruinations.

For Nature won't be still and silent,
Will sweep your nation's floor with violence.
Just stop pretending you live here alone
And Nature might just leave us on our own.