The omen of nature

Ever seen good a deed broken Repaired on natures’ terms own? Made fair as never been damned Cognate to original work unblemished, Can dented a being; fairer or leaner From torn apart a shelter live cleaner And take original a form as supposed Without the creators’ hand proposed? Shattered mirror reflects fragmented vision Re-mended; its reflection’s glare is a division. A troubled wind brings an infant no joy And leaves no ordinary eye wide open and gay. A poisoned fruit feeds no community well And stands not; its abomination goesto ashes. A robbed village rages up to a strangers’ dwell Holds fast to protect future misery and clashes. Everything this life grows applause A Day gone; its recollection is to see eternity For by creation nothing is at pause Even the dead rot and fade out with infinity Should broken a soul heal unassisted when He stands to help all nature and mend