Scream

The flowers call to me,
 screaming to be noticed before I squish them.
 The animals scream,
 they don't want to be hurt,
 hurt by the gaint squishing foot that is man,
 no one wants to be hurt by us,
 but we never listen.
 We just brake everything that is given to us,
 given us by mother nature,
 all we do is take,
 take and expect more,
 but there is no more we are the disease killing the earth,
 and I hope one day she strikes back,
 strikes back on those who have harmed her most loved creation,
then we may stop,
 stop and realise our mistake but it will be too late...