Nature’s Whine: A Poem

Why you treat me with disrespect?
Wasn’t it I
on whose bosom
you and your generations thrived?

Sunlight comforted you in the winters,
and trees were your retreat in the summers

Rivers ran to the end of their extent,
and breathed my life into your barren lands

from those lands grew fruits that nourished you,
and kept you going,
I was no less than a mother,
little did I know,
what monsters had I raised

before your toxins killed me
they blinded me with smog
rained down acid all over me
stripped my birds of their songs

why this disloyalty
why this cruelty

were you not fit to return my favours
you could have left me as I was