On the move
As seeds take root
Adapted to a new environment
Displacing the natives
As their niches disappear
In a every changing landscape
One that we have played a hand in
In our wanting to control nature
To what we think it should be
Riches in the earth
Taken for our own needs
A new landscape emerges
One like everywhere else
On the move
As seeds take root
So true.
I really like your take on “on the move”. Wish I had thought of that, very creative.
Hi theantilandscaper. Thank you for liking ‘The Return!’ Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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