Towers

We stand tall against the sky
Spires, sentinels of nature's design
We grow, fall and are reborn
We are the bringers of life, a sign

It stands tall against the sky
A blot, a design of man's hand
Permanent, standing watch over all
A sentinel of man's power! Understand?

We wave gently in Mother Nature's wind
Hearing her voice forever speaking
We feed her children with our seed
From Autumn's sleep to Spring's awakening

It stands unmoving, unwavering, dominent
Its sounds, the moans of her death cries
It feeds its own insatiable energy lust
Nature in her beauty it loaths, decries

We are nature, from beauty we grow
It is man made, erected from his spoil
We are food, we foster and succours
It is poison, unnatural, from it we recoil

Terry Rhiannyr
August, 2012