Mother nature's plea

Mother nature creates magnificent things,
but nothing compares to the bliss that fog brings,
It's like catching a glimpse of an angel's wings,
or the heavenly whisper of angelic harp strings,
When fog descends on a world so impure,
a veil shrouds the evil that's hard to ignore,
the land becomes magical and surreal,
I can't help but adore,
the planet we where gifted has plenty endured,
The wicked human race that God entrusted to preserve,
the world is our garden of Eden and it doesn't deserve,
The pests that have poisoned the sacred earth,
fog hides the pain and makes it obscured,
fog conceals the monsters that had the nerve,
this land needs a hiatus to replenish in emerge,
ever more divine,
recall the humans so mother nature once again rebirth.