Life Amongst Ruin
The trench was once a storm drain.
Its center the collector of muddied precipitation,
once virgin pure,
fallen from the sky.
Vegetation was scarce,
and the soil unfertile.
The grounds had not been nurtured,
the only beauty sprouted from weeds
growing from rough edges.
Even though light had not yet shown on it,
the ground stayed sacred, as the
earth around it was overcome by man-made
construction.
As nature around it was
violated, the trench bred
more beautiful, the landscape
developed natural beauty.
The stream of rain water molded waterfalls
through fissures between rocks. No longer a storm drain,
now a pond. Mother nature’s storms fostered wild lilies
in fertile soil. Ducks flocked to the pond,
as their only sanctuary amidst the
chaos, where they were safe.
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