They say nature is a cruel mistress,
Predators, parasites and peril are her kin,
When she tears down our homes
And ruins our sunny days.
Walk among her
And her trees will ignore you
Whisper between themselves
Secrets forbidden unto the likes of the living.
Her petals turn away from you
Though you ponder them so.
Yet you still laud over them, obsession
In a rose bud.
I could chase her moon
And name every star
She'll still never look me in the eye.
I could dig my hands in her earth,
Pray to her,
She'll never embrace me as her child.
Try to understand her;
Chlorophyll
Photosynthesis-
She hasn't a care to notice me.
Natures the cult with one way to join
Initiation to her arms
Is by decay,
Horizontal and silent
Sacrifice yourself to her flowerbeds.
I long for the day I'm useful to her
And the grass blades feel me back,
Leaf sprouting from my breastbone
Finally I become her breath.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 1:09 AM UTC
They say nature is a cruel mistress,
Predators, parasites and peril are her kin,
When she tears down our homes
And ruins our sunny days.
Walk among her
And her trees will ignore you
Whisper between themselves
Secrets forbidden unto the likes of the living.
Her petals turn away from you
Though you ponder them so.
Yet you still laud over them, obsession
In a rose bud.
I could chase her moon
And name every star
She'll still never look me in the eye.
I could dig my hands in her earth,
Pray to her,
She'll never embrace me as her child.
Try to understand her;
Chlorophyll
Photosynthesis-
She hasn't a care to notice me.
Natures the cult with one way to join
Initiation to her arms
Is by decay,
Horizontal and silent
Sacrifice yourself to her flowerbeds.
I long for the day I'm useful to her
And the grass blades feel me back,
Leaf sprouting from my breastbone
Finally I become her breath.
Ever feel like the trees don't like you as much as you like them