A fight with nature to the death
I love to see nature fighting back.
She pushes and heaves and shakes off our man made clothes
and pokes her green fingers through holes and crevices.
A worthy opponent, she mimics our straight lines, in operation stealth
and blows her children into the tinniest cracks, to take back their inheritance.
This Commander in Chief exploits our weaknesses, she knows our materials are not built to last
and continually sends forward an army of green soldiers to fight on the front line.
She commands her allies, wind and rain, to set up camps ahead of her campaign, ready for soldiers to take hold.
We fight back with paint and sprays, but she finds a way
to creep into our camps and cover our wins.
It is a shame that we fight, we both seek the same things.
Light, nourishment, shelter.