Once upon a time everyone was in danger,
Situation was going more and more stranger.
Everyone was disappearing in the fog,
Howling men and the barking dog.
The darkness was going wide and wide,
They were seeing the destruction aside.
The ray of hope was behind cloud's tide,
To reach out of darkness everyone tried.
But an angel was now coming to home,
After coming she build a large Dome.
She was the ray of hope for all the men,
She became for all one of their ken.
They gave her name, Nature,
Which was a god like creature.
She started spreading Lightness in dark,
and gave a spirit to the dead Bark.
She taught to men how to be civilized,
And how all difficulties could be minimized.
She gave all the things to live,
slowly-slowly men started to believe,
that their development can be done by Nature,
And now they took her like a great Teacher.
Nature gave a precious stone - Brain,
by which men found wheel and took it to Train,
And from Train it progressed to airplane,
They also developed a hand, and named it Crane.
This was not end of music by basoon,
Men started progressing soon and soon,
Started forgetting the real joy of noon,
And by working hard they reached the Moon.
We are more than Nature they started thinking,
In everyone's mind this idea was blinking.
They started taking more things from nature,
Only for happiness and for their pleasure.
Nature said them 'Its not good for my Health',
But others said 'Its necessary for our Wealth'.
Only for their wealth Nature started Dieing,
Still looking this men continued buying.
That was an evening when Nature was serious,
But still for development men were curious.
Slowly the Sun was going down and down,
Slowly their body was going brown and brown.
When Sun disappeared , it became Dark,
Life was gone from the first bark.
Her life at-last came to end,
At this moment Heaven too bend.
Then a very dark storm came,
And to each other they started to blame.
Everyone was crying in the shame,
Because of the destruction that now came.
Every were there was Destruction and Destruction,
No one helped, neither their selfishness nor their construction.
On that large dome, life came to end,
neither a letter nor a sms to send.
But one boy was still living,
He was quietly listening, writing and seeing.
He was not knowing his own Ken,
He was writing the poem "Nature and Men".
