eric's Writing Portfolio

Don’t tell me that nature is beautiful

Nature sees no beauty; it sees no order

It doesn’t serve us our dome of blueberry milk and cotton candy

It does not know anything because the sky is but photons

Sprinting through thin film of gas we call the atmosphere

Don’t tell me that nature is vulnerable

We are not saving the planet, we are saving ourselves

When the water runs black and the skies are close to sunlight,

It will be man that dies, not nature; as in a million years, 

The plastic will be gone and humankind will be reduced to

a layer of slightly radioactive dirt covered by nature’s triumphant forests

Don’t tell me that nature is enlightening

Every “Ahh nature” comes after a long carride

And lasts only until one needs to poop

Don’t tell me that nature is pure

Underneath every sequoia and waterfall

Is the slime of a thousand worms.

Nature can kill. Nature is death, and death is nature.

Nature is not clean, serene, eye-opening, or any other adjective you want to use.

It just is.

Because nature is man’s greatest invention.