The Cleanse
A forest in its valley
Lives a thousand years
Until a wildfire catches
To burn and melt all fear
A town on the shore
Wild, untamed and free
Until a storm approaches
To grind it back to sea
A country with great potential
Sought through war and democracy
Until it grew too hungry
To police humanity
All nature in its place
Knows not its time
Until a space is carved
To wash away its debris
1 Comment
Robert William Gaglione
September 13, 2013of nature.. and man. nature prevails.
salut.