Wrath of Nature

It was a silent night
under a cloak of heavy clouds,
When three atrophied lights
shined in between my ancestors.
They spoke in non-innate sound, barely audible,
and then the lights stopped on moving...

My relatives piercingly shrieked, "HUMANS!!",
and we tried to escape on their grip,
yet we wouldn't, for we couldn't,
for we were designed to hold the ground
until the rest of our monotonous life.

I heard the falling of my neighbors--
they sang their desperate dirges.
One by one, the lights ate them,
and then the sky cried before the aliens fled away.

I was the only one living,
but worse than the burned others,
so from that day forth,
until the time comes,
I sincerely vowed my vengeance,
"I don't have mind t' think,
hands t' hold,
and needs t' fill,
but I do have wants t' grant,
roots t' hold,
and heart t' feel.
Imbalanced, as you are, o human beings!
Now rebellion has urged me t' do this thing,
and lo! you'll regret this--
I'll raise my roots from earth,
and let the rocks tumble against you!"

And now, my end has come,
usurped neighbors, see what I've become,
happy with where I am--
cut and drifted with water rage,
am together with stiffening humans,
with their rotten, exploiting pride and greed.