Nature

We first met when I was young. Curious, expectant, open-minded We explored each other freely, Communing face to face Sharing everything Seeking each other's company, together Under the open sky. Middle aged we met again. Striving, over-reaching, exploitative We looked to our own advantage. Stormy clouds gathering On the horizon, Presaging dangerous times ahead of us Under the threat'ning sky. Now I am older I see her Dull-eyed, disconsolate, all too aware Of what we were and have become. Her cycle confused, Stripped bare, ripped apart Craving to be isolate, for solitude Under the darkened sky. She will still be there when I go. Forgotten, unrecognised, unaware Of what we once had and had lost. Her nature restored, Newly clothed, new born Thriving in her renewed joy in life Under the spring sun sky.