A well intended notice perhaps, but isn’t it a little sad how we have to keep humans away in order to preserve some simple land?
Just beyond this notice was a fairytale-esque area of forbidden haven…
I’m sure the animals will take good care of it.
The bare bones of winter
Fanned to the Heavens,
Tethered to the soul of the Earth.
Scored when held
The marks of age
And of wisdom.
To breathe is natural,
To see with eyeless circles
To nestle the cold
And wait for lofty sun.
A lone auburn
Solitary silence at its simplest.
To listen, takes an age,
To learn, even longer,
For this, they stand and wait.
Burst to new existence,
At the break of Warm Day
With more life, fanned to the Heavens
Look now with no mystery
But nothing is learned
And to nothing listened.
The solitary solitude
Ripe with gleaming colour
In return we fan the flames.
Starve the famine.
They know the soul of the Earth
So why the need
For needless unheeding?
Will it simply take a Longer Age?
To this we do not know.
But look to empty Pandora’s Jar.
Originally submitted to Copper Staple
I find it comforting to know that when we are inevitably extinguished from the Earth (no time soon thankfully), Nature will find a way to reclaim itself.
I found this dead tree stump, no doubt caused by some council workers removing an unruly tree whose position and branches were causing some innate difficulty at my local Arboretum. Even in the death of one facet of Nature, in the face of man made destruction, Nature prevails. You can see fungi growing around the base, moss creeping its way atop the stump’s back all in some sort of beautifully natural embalming process.
For all we fell trees to make way for infrastructure, clear acres of land for our own self gain and poison the atmosphere with no concern – Nature prevails. When our presence as human beings ceases to exist on Earth, the immortal patience of Nature will oversee growth and new life.
Take comfort in the fact that in spite of it all, Nature prevails.