Day 23 Prompt: Nature

“The Nature of It”

How the gales force us
inside, and the sun
brings us out again
How the earth shakes
beneath our dreams
and the sky drowns
our rising
But the trees, too,
feel these shifts
and eyes burrowed
under limbs
watch the sun
fall behind each
horizon
And there is green
that waits an age
to quench that promised thirst.
We have killed the thundering
of herds, and left space
only for hooves climbing
into the clouds
We’ve built our own wings
in jealousy of feathers
hatched from the dawn of
fire and finite cells
We have etched ourselves
in nature
weaving ribbons
through her hair
like children pulling
legs from live frogs.