Oct 27
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The Death of Mankind

In the vast of nature, man only walks. 
Man feeds on her branches, he only sees
Her fragrant buds, not her root’s grounding rocks. 

Suburbs claim land, skyscrapers hold market stock, 
Man owns all and churns out smoke, trees he seizes. 
In the vast of nature, man only walks. 

Palace bowers, factory towers, man’s clocks, 
All beat artificially, gone with breezes. 
Ivy grows, she plants her firm grounding rocks. 

Man’s monuments fade, crumbling in the lochs, 
They die in grass, marble weeds, fruitless trees, 
In the vast of nature, man only walks.
 
Human love, die, die soft like midnight talk.  
Human hate, die, die myarters on your knees, 
Your shrines have no heart, only nature plants rocks. 

Rising vengeful tempests rise, cities they stalk. 
Nature steadfast watches, waiting with ease,  
Patient as the trees, trees that grow through clocks.
In the vast of nature, man only walks.