Out of place

Sunlight melds a thousand greens

And I feel out of place

A native of creation

Wove with inorganic lace

Controlling nature's tempers

Humanizing eminence to eye

Contorting sown and shade

With my civilian alibi

Detonating crimsons

Catching, emerald, jade and lime

Sea grass spikes to sovereign view

As proxy fends the hands of time

Nature fettered to this boundary

Past, she's still a prisoner of sort

Awaiting man's advances

Will and resource caught

Yielding innate aspiration

To a masters tactless hand

Earthen, charm's imagination

As she tenders to command

Rugged beauty, ornamented

By whim and wants contrive

Bent by man and borne by nature

She awaits, subservient to survive

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