February 27th, 2012

I like seeing Nature take back what was hers. Weeds that grow through cracks in concrete, ivy that wraps around stop signs and light poles, kudzu that overtakes abandoned cars and old houses until it is simply an oddly shaped pile of leaves. There is some comfort in knowing that our marks on the planet are only temporary. Keeps our egos in check. Of course we can build monoliths us steel and fiberglass reaching to the skies, but Nature has the last say on everything. Our beautiful structures will one day be reduced to an odd bit of dull metal here and there, our labyrinth of underground pipes and tunnels just a distant memory. Here in the South, it seems like everything was built by cutting through a forest, this wild place barely tamed. People have to actively fight off Nature here to keep their civilization intact. Her tender, green fingers are always reaching over their lives, winding tight around them to destroy this foreign presence like a body kills an infection. You can see it, if you look. There, by the side of the road: tendrils of vines sneaking out over the edge of the street, searching for their partners on the opposite side. We cut them short and manage to keep order for another day. But Nature is patient. She will wait until we’ve become complacent, until we turn our head away, and then she will claim her territory once again. And there we’ll be, bewildered, obscured by a curtain of green.

∞09:12 pm, by katskradlexx ∩16
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