On Nature

On Nature

Growing till crescendo
Burst forth like hidden sun
Worst off hidden within the darkness
Luck spills from hidden source

Touch upon the fabric
Tight knitted from the corpse
Of a god whose fingers weaved
The breath of life then blew it forth

Lungs of trees that breathe and birth
The breath of those that need the curse

Of life so that indeed they turn
And chop the flesh of beings that spoke
With sunlight through their leaves like hopes
That flitter ‘pon the breeze

Upon his knees he prays

And sings of days while trapped within
The night he craves for green and light
To grow to fill the empty skies
And cry the dew that glistens
With reflections of what’s right

He swears upon his sight
He saw the night retreat and dawn ascend
The time it leaked through palms of sin
And cursed the land the sacred Earth
And from the surface burst

Disgusting
Corrupted
Man made
Constructions
That crumbled
Like visions
With man
Made inductions

That splintered through flesh
Enigmas of death
As trees bled the sap
And we laid the trap
Of metal that hacked
Through wooded epidermis
Then reworked it to resemble
The homes that we grew up in

Life interrupted
Death intervened
On behalf of assumptions
That man is the king

Of the land
Of the seas
Of the grass
And the trees
Of the Heavens
And Earths

The rhyme
And the reason
The gift
And the curse

His crime is his treason
Their death is his birth