We live with nature and not in it, and never / without it

Whistling songbirds and babbling brooks over stones,

The sunbeams are blasting through oak leaves,

And all there stood was us. Sat tall like buildings

Jutting out of the horizon, and we dare

To not look down at the destruction 

That we’ve caused. We must remember that

We live with nature and not in it, and never

Without it. We perceive that we’ve inherited

Regret that wasn’t meant for us, but it’s not 

Too late to cut the buildings like a tree

And start all over from a new beginning.