Divide and rue

The fish swam at ease
Letting the ripples pass
The grass swayed
In pace with the wind
Pebbles and rocks, big and small
Lounged lazily along the shore
The mountains stretched
Unmoving, in green hues
Above all, the clouds
Were pristine white
None knew boundaries
Except man

Who made divisions
Yours, mine, they, us
Relentlessly hammering
Reducing mountains to buildings
Plundering regardless
Of the Cicadas’ shrill warnings
Maybe nature finds it best
To let man be
At another
While she waits
Until they wake up
Find balance
And return, chastened
To her embrace.