I am Man.
I create, I build.
Mother nature fruitlessly drops acorns onto my paved roads and drives. She seeks to take back what was once hers.
Between my rubber soles and black asphalt I crush her seeds, she is no match for Man.
I prune her hedges and shape her. Geometric shapes she cannot make, I can.
I am Man.
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Try to control Mother Nature's weather.
ReplyDeleteI am Man.
ReplyDeleteI take down to put up.
Destroying all natural wonders of my world
Through arrogance, for comfort.
Mother Nature weeps; yearns to save herself from my hand.
Selfishly disregarding or eating every other creature,
Mine is a senseless species.
I am Man.
I am man
ReplyDeletemy name is Stan
I like to eat spam
and ride on a tram
boy do i like brown eggs and jam
I Am Spam!
take that nature