They say that nature is the best at what she does.
That she makes her world perfect, in balance, as they should be. Beautiful. Dangerous. In a cycle. There's chains and webs and designs and chaos and everything else you can think of. We try to replicate it in architecture, art, culture, but can't get it quite right.
Nature is flawless.
So why do we try to change it?
(This is my first volume of poetry I've ever written, so if you like this one, please check out some of my other works of poetry. Heads Over Tails and 21-22-36 are the most recent ones, and I think they're some of my better works so far.Thanks for reading, and though I won't give the usual spiel about votes and comments, they are much appreciated!)