Oh, the hills, gorgeous and green
The wheat and barley constantly seen
To shimmer golden
And nature exposed, so inviting
This is pastoral
Oh, the hills, shrivelled and shrinking
The wheat and barley slowly sinking
In earthen tones
And nature exposed, not inviting
What is pastoral
These ideas of pastoral and savage death
Are opposites co-existing
For before this modern era man feared
The forests, mother nature a cruel hag
Now man hikes for exercise
And enjoys it.
Transcendentalism, hahahahahahahaha
Yet, tree huggers have a point to make
And truth it contains
sometimes...depending on one's opinion
To return to the forest man was never in
In the beginning
How absurd
How primordial, indeed. |
Submission Name: A nature poem whose structure is concurrent chaos
