Does the Earth shed tears of melting ice

In cathartic flood for her lost paradise?

Has the acid sweat of Mankind’s labour

Now forced the hand of his loving mother?

Does she turn against her turbulent child

To tame his will, no longer mild?

What was freely given has been destroyed by him.

Destruction, then, shall be repaid in turn –

For only through famine, flood and fire do we learn.

Thus witness, child, the end of days

Wherein your mother showed her nurturing ways

For now she rages in her dying pain

To cleanse herself, to be free again

Of your parasitic presence from upon her skin!

And then with a more humble child to again begin…