Mother Nature

I am her,

Spring’s first breath, Autumn’s carefree dance.

I am the ant crawling across city pavements,

The mountains standing stoic on the horizon.

I am as spry as the summer sun;

My heart is just as warm.

My ivy-embellished fingers carved mountains

adorned with jagged peaks and deep valleys.

My whisper made yellow petals

That peek through pavement gaps.

How is it that I could make the world,

In its full glorious entirety,

Only for you to plunge daggers into my back(?)

I am a mouse in the steel eyes of

Progress and Power.

I am the Creator,

Confined to a cold cage of cruelty.

I am as lonely as the lost laugh.

My warmth is just about faded, too.