Mother Earth's Warning

It is ever changing,
The world on which you stand.
Your lives of which you live,
Corresponds to sea and land.
And yet, you as Man,
Though part of this great dance,
Burn through fires of industry,
The wood and steel for lance.
So as a punishment,
Comes the day you fear,
Death doth toll upon you,
Is ever creeping near.
And so, with that,
Man's day will come,
No more will your eyes,
View the sun.
So heed me now,
Take well your breath,
For upon wind's wings,
Bears life and death.
Take not the trees
For lives of health,
But take on fortune,
With life itself.