In disharmony with nature

 

A see-saw of emotions

ripping through wooden fibers,

Cutting the dead wood of memories

in the heart to make

wooden dolls, statues, mannequins,

That’s how most of us are:

much less alive than trees and flowers.

 

Customized by conventions;

wind-tangled by circumstances;

breeze-tousled  by situations;

pain and suffering sculpting our destinies,

We allow ourselves to be molded

by the forces of atrophy

manifesting in our thoughts,

While the trees and even animals

seem to absorb more automatic order

into their existence,

They do it just by

allowing the open forces of nature

to shape them in harmony with eternal laws,

While we filter too much negatives and chaos

using our brainy check-dam effort

and channelize the intellectual sludge

for war, violence and strife.