The Acrostic End

Calm waters no more to trend,

Lives are lost—both kin and friend.

Is this how it all must end?

Man-made creation—

A blind eye fixation,

Tumbling fast toward devastation.

Earthquakes rumble, split the land,

Cyclones spin with brutal hand,

Heatwaves scorch the weakened strand,

And wildfires rage, no longer planned.

No one ever sees.

Gone forever the hush of ancient trees.

Ending all things like a parasitic disease.