Parody of "Thanatopsis"

So this turned out a little more grim than I anticipated... but I felt like Bryant only addressed a small proportion of humanity with the description "To him who in the love of nature holds/ Communion with her visible forms," so I wrote a poem for the rest of humanity:

In him who the love of nature is lost,
There is no response to when she speaks.
For in his destructive hours, she weeps,
And in the aftermath, examines the cost,
In his moments of suffering,
She wants to help but can only try,
Forced to stand by, she can only sigh.
And wince when she feels the sting,
The egregious, biting sores
Of his manipulative days,
When his Evil has its way
And her winds are changed; hurricanes roar,
He who seeks not the source,
Blames nature for the sin,
And thinks he will win,
When he stops her with force,
But while the war is waged
He isolates himself in fear,
And her who was once held dear,
Is now trapped outside his cage,
For when the day comes that he must die,
He shies away from the comfortable soil,
And nature’s tomb for which she toiled,
Instead encased in formaldehyde.