On the breast of these soils

Comes the veins of these trees

Like the tiny ants we have become

Journeying, finding our new holes

After the rains have flooded our homes

The timings are what brought us here today


Nature says

To know me is to know yourself

Yet we bend our bones into our ears

Lay our innocence on the skins of yesterday

And blame someone else for our forgetfulness


Nature parrots the words of God

But man seized that for himself

So he can God on other men

And call them nothing.