The life of lands
creates soil
with warmth and occupation
bidding for domination
in temporal geography
as cycles play
soil
for us to grow
feeding it
as it feeds us-
like life, hope, and charity.
Ages take to replace it,
but protected grant grace
warming and occupying
to some carefree day
upon futures bend
to lift all burdens away
It's your right to live simply
if you wish it.
But bidding for domination
are fears and worries
as one's brain feeds upon itself
and weeds take root in shadows
creeping year by year
in changing temporal geography
as shade and light wage battle,
as moisture and sun cycle,
as winds carry prayers to heaven,
as Earths still troubled hearts.
Cycles playing & turning days
bring new conversations to head
just as stone wheat sprouts in fields
for industrial consumption
Sometimes...
a lonely sprout in cracked sidewalk
that feeds nothing but the eyes,
birds, and butterflies
Lands protected
grants grace
as futures bend
brains
in battles twixt light and shade
Sometimes, Someways