The platypus in the crisp clean water,
Fish dressed in mail, but never a clink.
The bears sauntering through the thick woods,
Surveying the land for a meal, a morsel.
Deer sprinting through the verdant forest,
Carrying with them their children of the trees,
From the birds and avian creatures high up,
To the worms and insects cavorting underground,
All converge together, An orchestra of biology,
Filling the man's ears,
With the songs and sights of mother earth.
The sly scry sits upon scoured lands,
A stalwart stagnant sentinel,
Staring over the somber land,
Searching for a new target,
To turn his ire upon,
The stalwart sentinel,
In conflict with the sniper,
Who sits across the field,
Aiming his unwavering eyes at the watcher,
Preparing to, shoot to kill.
The sentinel knows this,
That his fate may be sealed,
By the man with eyes like his,
Trained to watch the horizon,
For enemies, soldiers to, Tsunami over the horizon line.
Bringing with them
The cacophony of wartime
And the drowning sound of gun and cannon fire.
The radiant blossoms of spring,
Bursting from the frozen stagnant soil.
The snow blocking the plant's freedom.
An icy barrier telling the sprout it should wait to grow,
Halting its inevitable growth.
What is the snow for man?
What is our barrier from springtime sunlight?
Is it the establishments we toil away at?
The haze of winter,
Seems to never end now,
In our modern world.
A garden from antiquity,
Filled with childlike dreams,
Memories of times of peace long past.
Flowers blooming in the summer sunlight.
Grandmothers garden akin to the fairies.
Handing the child a sense of tranquility,
From some mystic place.
The fairies garden,
A place where the green serenity grows,
And the clean water brooks babble,
Down through the forest floor,
Reaching a destination,
Hidden somewhere beyond the imagination.
The cauldron of emotions,
Boiling over in my being,
Broiling in the pit of my gullet,
Bringing forth a new feeling,
A maelstrom of emotion,
Amalgamating together forming a hurricane,
A new feeling, akin to love, akin to rage.
An integral aspect of humanity.
The cauldron boiling over,
Bringing even a new disease, to our modern world.
Stress, the new black.
Suffering the new norm,