Deep In The Forested Feilds
This is some poetry I did about Nature and Humans. This relates to the Deforestation and destruction around animal habitats.
Deep in the forested fields,
A great evil lay sleeping.
Treacherous trees soaked in poison,
Surround a delicate meadow.
Thorns and snares and all sorts of assorted things lay littered on the ground,
Only to be blocked by the blossoming flowers of red and gold.
As shadow sneaks over from the damped wood,
Light goes forth to help flourish the orchid.
On one side, death's hand caresses the wilting grove,
On the other, the spirit nurtures the growing petals.
The two coexist as equal but opposites,
Battling each other for the upper hand.
Each party has a lone champion,
One that the other knows not about.
Shadow, he keeps to himself, hiding his weapon,
Light, she whispers aloud but to no one.
The ironic part of all this chaos is that neither seams to realize,
That their champion is being shared by the other.
Man is their champion, and chooses no sides but his own.
He aids the meadow by killing the forest,
Yet aids the trees by setting the meadow ablaze.
The battle yet rages on with no winner,
Only to be overlooked by the champion of both.
-Such is the nature of Man.