Analysis of i really dont care

Without nature theres no life
And no weather , theres no wind
no sun light , no hope
so why write ?
Poetry is useless with out meaning
Useless with no heart
that was taken away by a single beauty
By a single soul and a single heart.
Wind broke down the maple tree
Barks of tree , turned into barks of bones
i was crushed by the "sent" of beauty
Rain itself washed away hope to
Not care.