The Consumer of Nature

Consumer of nature
Shielding, conforming
in metal plastic boxes.
The ground is gray
concrete forever more.
Computers and phones
Light up every aspect of life.
Where the wilderness breathes
is only in confined spaces.
The color green
becomes manufactured.
A weed, alone, tries to make
a home. Cultivating
plants into gardens that emit
a tranquil type of beauty
while native weeds choke on toxic fumes.
One day nature may take over.
No more bare feet in plain dirt or bright grass.
Roads and streets;
The only place that meets
Earth and Sky
that shields those feet
itching to run wild
in open fields or dense forest foliage.
Industrial chaos
outweighs slovenly nature.
The more it is damaged,
the more it fights back.
If humans diminish, disappear, case to exist,
natural elements will only take over

once again.

Cover up the concrete. Flowers
poking out of porcelain bathtubs,
leaves curling out of toilets,
vines sloping and growing
in between brass and bed frames
and plastic side tables.
Nature will take over one day.
Flush out the HD television screens.
Weeds and things will live in
empty shopping carts, giant
plaster cracks, rotting leather couches.
Dandelions, the closest weed-to-a-flower,
will invade dining room tables, dripping
fridges as moss devours the shelves. Dishwashers
with wild herbs embedded inside, bathmats
covered in thick crab grass, rosemary and thyme
bursting between bookshelves. In closets will be
growing saplings, as trees shoot
out through high rise buildings,
letting their branches greet the vibrant sunlight,
pushing through glass and steel and wire
breaking up the roads and streets. Elevators
will stop working, become little garden grottos
and ponds will accumulate where conference
rooms used to be. Flowers of all colors will
decorate the rooftops, wild blueberry bushes
will replace office chairs, while dead leaves
cover the grates. Nature doesn't wait.

Look closely
each sprout is hiding
deep under the dirty ground,
waiting to reach

sunlight.