Nature Rises

A sweeping city,

Let go by time.

A house with wood,

A dusty shine.

Vines are creeping,

On wood bearing stains,

Tendrils coiling,

Grasping remains.

Linoleum's cracked,

From roots and rough bark.

The tree, embracing,

The house grows dark.

A burst of light, 

The roof falls away,

Limbs fully clothed,

Let in the day.

The curtains dappled,

Inside out.

A field of weeds,

Go roundabout.

A spine of forest,

Crumbles the walls.

And with time,

The house falls. 

Trees throw shade,

On ruins below.

With desire to live;

Beauty to grow.

A natural return,

To the bountiful place,

Where herbs and the like,

Find plentiful space.

-HM