Stormy weather

Storm and rainy weather
are about to clear out.
Clouds are torned apart
and fly low across the meadows.
They throw shadows on the grass,
straws in hundreds yield to the the wind.

A cuckoo flew by
eagerly calling his mate.
At the shoreline a few sporty people.
At sea a single ferry heading for Norway
Crossing white crests of waves

The landscape asks the humans
On what grounds do you allow yourselves to plough,
cut trenches and build motorways.
No to mention megacities.
Do they carry civilisations or not?
Who am I to answer?