As every mother on this planet, I am deeply concerned about the preservation of wise thoughts and wildlife in nature.
Nature takes-back what is initially from the ground.
Up to the upper roof, down-right to the wilting land,
Forward and boldly devouring the old house around
Do we owe wild nature to give it all back?
And live in trees, running along with a knapsack?
It's not anything but a gentle feature.
Of some scanty, wicked, alter nature.
It's only fair that nature acquires its very own,
Growing trees into all grounds when it's mostly alone.
Sadly the house burned under a harsh fire,
Trees try to protect it from the elements.
Nothing is nicer to be seen under its own blight!