Nature's Enemy Trial©

Oh how nature's rapture
is a mystery ever after.
A trial will unfold,
as a tale is told:
we thieve until we capture.
Restless time she keeps
when the wind sweeps.
A relentless beckoning she'll mold,
with fury ever so bold:
as justice at us leaps.
If we continue to poison this feast,
we will unleash a beast.
While the wolf cries
and the dove flies:
the support will one day cease.
A jury of our peers
deliberates through the years.
As a judge in the highest power,
determines our final hour:
to have our crime be cleared!
Copyright ©2005~S@L~

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