Unseen Decay
The trees have become eye candy.
The power of nature hidden,
The dead fallen branches-
Piled up and carted away.
Any disruption of normality-
Piled up and carted
away.
As if we can’t walk around-
as if we can’t learn from the fallen-
as if we need the school,
to clean up after nature…
Aesthetics
What once was breathing-
Slowly decaying-
It’s nature…
But who wants to see that?
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