"Natural" Courses

"It's only nature," he says,

As he waters the vines

That slowly wrap around you

Blinding, constricting, smothering

Your ripped clothes tangled in the roots.

"Don't question what is natural," he says.

The vines continue to flourish,

And as you cease to flourish,

You question whether you are still natural.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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