The Uneasy Truce
Assaulted by man and machine,
Intertwining branches of pristine woods
Form a brave barrier.
A paved path,
Line of demarcation,
Divides Nature from civilization.
The truce is uneasy;
The detritus of man
Encroaches upon the boundary.
Thus man defiles the very sanctuary
He spiritually needs,
Diminishing himself in the eyes of the gods.
Copyright © Sarah Wellen | Year Posted 2006
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