East Region

by Christy Hoff

The farther we get away from concrete cocoons

bigger and bolder the floral blooms.

Painting nature on the towers

does not replace the peace in flowers.

A day will come when nature wins

filling the cracks and broken whims

of a world man tries so hard to control.

Meanwhile humanity takes its toll.

Places to work built sky high

become prisons for you and I.

Loosed from time cards hourly check

out to mountains, lakes, and rivers we trek.

Bringing home the visions we find

erasing fluorescent light and daily grind.

The stains appear now in the wild.

Bruising felt in nature’s smile.

But who will take over this place,

Mother nature or the human race.