A Backwards Life
Something close to calm
Whispered through my veins
At the determined buzz
Of the lawn mower below.
Then the smell of
Freshly cut grass,
Cool breeze of earth,
A scent that felt alive,
Caught in the air.
Then it hit me,
And I realized
How backwards
Life must be to
Think of things
This way.
I watched as the mower
Devoured insects
Living in colonies,
Beheaded flowers,
Opressed the grass
That only wanted
To grow
All so we,
As humans,
Could easilly tread
Upon a manicured,
Two inch terrain.
I watched as the mower
Spit out green blades
In constant clumps,
Smelled the air again,
Closed my eyes,
Listened to the buzz,
And
Something close to calm,
Whispered through my veins.
Whispered through my veins
At the determined buzz
Of the lawn mower below.
Then the smell of
Freshly cut grass,
Cool breeze of earth,
A scent that felt alive,
Caught in the air.
Then it hit me,
And I realized
How backwards
Life must be to
Think of things
This way.
I watched as the mower
Devoured insects
Living in colonies,
Beheaded flowers,
Opressed the grass
That only wanted
To grow
All so we,
As humans,
Could easilly tread
Upon a manicured,
Two inch terrain.
I watched as the mower
Spit out green blades
In constant clumps,
Smelled the air again,
Closed my eyes,
Listened to the buzz,
And
Something close to calm,
Whispered through my veins.