Mother Nature.
Mother Nature
lives in a cottage
at the end of the world.
She frolicks in the creek
a 5 minute stroll away.
She holds the manual for
which native flora are edible,
and which are toxic,
in her mind.
She traps small animals
in contraptions that ensure
their instant death.
She continually rotates
the list of animals that
can be hunted.
She allows time for each species
to repopulate and contribute
to the ecosystem.
She uses every part of the
animals she traps.
Mother Nature is a hermit.
She renounced the modern world.
She chokes on the
industrial smog
clouding major cities.
She converses with the
insects and reptiles
that populate her home,
ensuring they, too are heard.
She owns a typewriter,
on which she records her
personal philosophies and
intrinsic knowledge.
Mother Nature is covered in tattoos.
Her ink tells her story,
from the very beginning,
to the very end.
Her ink also identifies
the things that
make her happy.
Some of her ink
doesn’t make sense to third-parties,
but Mother Nature
is fine with that.
She traces the outline of her tattoos
on nights she cannot sleep.
Her ink covers her
multitude of scars
and imperfections,
but that is purely
coincidental.
Mother Nature bears her scars
with pride -
acknowledging them as
keepers of her story.
Mother Nature ...
lives in a cottage
at the end of the world.
She frolicks in the creek
a 5 minute stroll away.
She holds the manual for
which native flora are edible,
and which are toxic,
in her mind.
She traps small animals
in contraptions that ensure
their instant death.
She continually rotates
the list of animals that
can be hunted.
She allows time for each species
to repopulate and contribute
to the ecosystem.
She uses every part of the
animals she traps.
Mother Nature is a hermit.
She renounced the modern world.
She chokes on the
industrial smog
clouding major cities.
She converses with the
insects and reptiles
that populate her home,
ensuring they, too are heard.
She owns a typewriter,
on which she records her
personal philosophies and
intrinsic knowledge.
Mother Nature is covered in tattoos.
Her ink tells her story,
from the very beginning,
to the very end.
Her ink also identifies
the things that
make her happy.
Some of her ink
doesn’t make sense to third-parties,
but Mother Nature
is fine with that.
She traces the outline of her tattoos
on nights she cannot sleep.
Her ink covers her
multitude of scars
and imperfections,
but that is purely
coincidental.
Mother Nature bears her scars
with pride -
acknowledging them as
keepers of her story.
Mother Nature ...