The wooden fence still breathes
Reminiscing the life as a tree
Severed from the roots, brutally
Still of use, barricading thoroughfares
Nature used against Nature, that’s human
Segregation gives a sense of ownership
Trust is erected as fenced reminders
Even the wooden bench allows one to rest
Individuals, surrounded by a stressful life
Sitting on the bench to contemplate busyness
Sometimes the mind does take a recess
Wandering across the wilderness
Being mindful and bringing down the fences
Creating an imaginary utopia
Rare moments of rest and occasional solace
Nature transformed into extreme opposites-
A fence and a bench- human ideas
Uprooted from reality, treasuring life’s artifacts
We have a history of being proud of our collectibles©
Very strong and thought provoking..
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Thank you, Astha.
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