The Countryside Enclosure

Shades of green
adorn the rolling lands
birds fly above, keen
with desire to soar

Rays of warmth and light
bless the ground beneath
yet no emotions, to bite
down with impurity

Trees of all shapes
take root together,
huddled close, capes
of honour and meaning

Animals of types
live harmoniously in tune
with death a need, not hypes
of greedy want

The fox kills for need
the rabbit dies for life
we kill countlessly, to feed
not our children, but for want

Black fluttering routes
reminders of change
cancerous growths, shoots
of possible invasion

I hear each scream
the pain technology brings
solid and simple wood, gleam
not like plastic

Panarominc views
summer green and autumn brown
neither bring you happiness,
coups of minute spaces and grey satisfy

Fauna and flora laugh as one
seeing you as you truly are
as when you are compact and sad, bonne
chance to buy what we have

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