This poem was inspired by a program about the Universe on TV. In the documentary it stated that there are no straight lines in nature other than a few crystals. I pondered the statement and realized the epiphany of it. Nothing in nature is straight, not a raindrop nor leaf, soil, grass or trees. The clouds, the heavens and all of nature is invariably not straight but round, oval, lumpy, nothing in nature is straight. What a revelation!
Everything in our world that has straight lines is manmade. Our highways, buildings, streets, telephone poles, etc. are all made by man. It is my supposition that mankind seeks to instill order in what he perceives as a chaotic universe. If you abandon a city or any man made structure then nature will reclaim it with dust, vines, mold, mildew, leaf rot, trees and shrubs. Given time nature will do away with mankind’s intrusion.
I like the mythical realm of the elves who live in harmony with nature by living in tree houses and domed dwellings, harvesting only what they need from day to day and controlling population. They live hundreds of years and don’t overpopulate becoming wiser with age. Living in harmony, observing natural law, not polluting, the healthy and strong survive, avoiding politics, ambition and greed.
As long as this earth has an atmosphere then life will exist here and mankind may destroy himself but life will endure. Mankind is not essential to the earth.
By Thomas Gregory Moore, October, 2014
So perverse is man! To confront Creation!
To wage war against GOD! Assuring damnation!
Seeking to change that which is Divine
A damned angel drawing his straight line!
The whorls and sinuous trappings of nature persist