April Haiku #352
This natural state
a constant imbalancing
same odd destruction
watching our sweet home
hand and hand with entropy
unlike sage or bone
this is my classroom
a language of entropy
erosion on shore
I fear I may stop
letting the vines take over
to become a swamp
as I waste I clean
desperate ecology
no ecosystem
There's no background sounds
no sound of rushing water
no bird song to hear