Circles and Waves (Simple Math)

A freewrite poem for no reason:

The sky is hungry, and she's coming fast;
across the meadow, and no,
not even the snow capped peaks will slow her now.
Soon, she'll grow irritated and mad
and strike down all those
who may cross her path.

It's moments like this when god crosses my mind,
and I'm convinced it never was
or ever will be a single being.
He's a force of nature,
so complex, so emotional and powerful;
no book or race or soul
will ever define his reign.

We the people speak about power,
conquering the people who hold us back.
Progress is the name of the game,
and "in the name of god," we shout.
Guns blaring, flags waving,
blood runs red.

To all those who lived before me.
I'm sorry you were born blind.
It was never your fault,
but the ones with greed smeared across their grins,
who told you Adam ate from the tree of knowledge,
and now you're all sinned.
Knowledge is the key to Earth's survival.
Not to conquer,
but to protect
and serve.

We have Mother Nature and Father Time
to care for the clocks and weather,
but what about the running water?
the herds of sheep?
and the groves of aspen?
Rain will fall and years will pass,
but without our help no one will see what the gods performed.
The bears won't den on winter slopes.
Pines won't grow after a summer's burn.
Wolves won't howl to the night,
and we will never be able to watch
and take it all in.

See, everything works in simple mathematics;
in circles and waves,
if one factor goes, the other won't survive.
It's like a childhood game of dominos,
but the board spans for acres
for square kilometers,
and I bet what the birds will see
when it all crumbles away
is a portrait of a meadow
and a trail of smoke at one corner,
until all that's left are deserts
breeze
and lightning storms.