The Green World Won't Grieve Us (a lament in anticipation of spring)

The green world won't
Reprieve or grieve us

Not in science fiction or truth

After more than a century and half

Of our unremitting abuse

Now and forevermore 

Nature must look after

Her own rites and cures
Innured to human
Demands and needs

For having laid waste

Our powers and so much else besides

We're destined to huddle
Along the shoreline

Among all the other orphans of
Our self-made storms