We live in awe of the wonders of nature
irresistibly attracted to mountains, forests
and oceans the draw visceral and alluring.
Quite different from Indigenous peoples
whose undeveloped national landscapes trap
them in poverty under the cone of an active
volcano terracing its arable slopes unable to
escape in a timely manner when it awakens
and those living in impoverished little villages
seaside to eke their livings on the sea, victims
of inevitable violent storms, and forest dwellers
whose permeable huts offer no protection from
malaria-carrying mosquitoes. No Third-World
countries ours, where despite environmental
assessments licenses to build are available by
town councils filing away feasibility studies and
tax revenues where nature has her own agendas
in store of drought and wildfires leading to mass
evacuations. And what of vital wetlands whose
presence absorbs surging oceans yet infill allows
building permits where domestic and commercial
towers' construction integrity is destabilized by
inrushing tides to collapse, and homes built on
unstable Leda clay inundated by spring floods
dissolving and slumping taking with them forests
and homes alike, sliding, splitting asunder as
dreams quickly scatter and the ideal suddenly
transforms to existential threats; nature rules.
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