Wild Splendor

Oh, the wild splendors that nature’s heart, she renders, 
How terribly estranged we have become.
Jagged peaks pierce the clouds but remain obscured beyond the shrouds,
The concrete and steel forged by man.
Rolling hills of prairie have become an adversary,
A helpless victim of man’s lustful greed.
Forgotten and misplaced, the beauty we once embraced
Has fallen victim to vain interest time and time again.
A fragile remnant is all that survives the practices off which man thrives,
Rape and pillage of the land.
Oh, the wild splendors that nature’s heart, she renders,
How lost we have become.