Born from soil, from stars, from sea,
Yet unlike all, they came to be.
With minds that reached beyond the skies,
Had hands that built, and tongues that lied.
They rose from earth with prideful claim,
To bend the world, to carve their name.
But in their rise, they left behind
The gentle pulse of Nature’s mind.
The rivers cried, the forests thinned,
The air grew thick, the seas were pinned.
For what was green, they burned for gain,
And in their grasp, came endless pain.
Machines and cities, steel and fire,
Their endless wants, their deep desire.
They took too much, they gave too little,
Their hearts of stone, their souls so brittle.
The sky now fades, the earth now groans,
And yet they stand upon their thrones.
Blind to the wounds they fail to see,
The greatest flaw in Nature’s tree.
Oh, Mother Nature, did you weep
To see your children fall so deep?
For what you birthed with love and care,
Became a burden hard to bear.
Perhaps in time, they’ll learn to bend,
To heal the world, their ways amend.
But until then, with hearts opaque,
They’ll wear the mark—your grand mistake.
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The Royal Octopus 