mother nature

Each day I am witness to mankind's collective struggle to repel encroaching mother nature. With their paving, chopping, cutting and building. Their fingers wore to the bone, their children's ,children's fingers wore to the bone ,battling to repair their father and mothers work. When will man put aside their fears of dirt and water. They cannot stop mother nature at any cost; at any price of life. It is forever unforgiving to them that fear and try to control it. It pushes itself thru the cracks of their sidewalks, wearing at their walls of what they build as homes, taking its toll on the structures of their souls and cities. As I witness I cry. I cry for them to acknowledge that their direction is futile, it is derived from fear and a struggle to stay alive. When will they accept and realize the encroachment is nothing less than mother natures desire to lap at their souls. Like the waves of the oceans lapping at the shores and gently rolling up to lay a sweet kiss upon their bare feet. It loves us and wants to be around us. When will they awake and understand their battle and angst is just that, a fear of inability to stay alive. Staying alive is not living . Living is acceptance of the encroachment I plead to them to stop this madness. Do they not realize that to lay down in the vines of time and nature and let it overwhelm and entangle them is living. It loves us. To fight it till death is an epidemic caused of their ignorance and fear. For when the reality comes that they have lost true living in a battle to stay alive they will also shed tears , tears of thankfulness. For when mother nature covers and erodes their fears and sidewalks ,they will feel at peace ,as one with it. They will then understand that becoming once again ,part of it, is truly living. { R.G. Feb 2006}