
Between the fence and fern
In the back of the yard
In the cool of the dirt
On the soft moss and sod
In a universe of silt
In a narrow never-glade
In the moist and darkened
congruence
of oxygen and shade
A never-ending cycle
of reproductive violence
Natural machinations
Of Darwinian compliance
Larvae, Beetles, Earthworms
Black and Orange Ants
Decomposing nutrients
A lifeblood for the plants
A constantly raging battle
Steadfastly unforgiving
A cyclic constitution
where the dead support the living
And of this earthly netherworld
all that we discern
are the gently blowing leaves
On the softly dancing fern
Love this! Both dark and uplifting.
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