It is nature’s intent to kill reason.
Hell bent on destroying that
Which colonizes nature.
There is a war which will never end.
A cabin sits in the forest.
It was once the home of a man
He thrashed the grass and cut
Choice logs, but could not contend.
While he won the battle
It seemed at odds he lost
The war for the space
As Queen Anne’s Lace crept in.
Brick buildings make for cold shelter
Heated by the the spy of nature-
Fire boils our tea and cooks,
Seemingly a friend, but only pretend.
Nature did not pick this fight,
We did. With our ill intentions
We decidedly chose to kill
That nature which threatened.
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