The Clash of Beauty

The architect

Standing in resolute splendor

Bows before the fervant nature girl

Wrapping herself around pieces

Of splintered wood

Both appreciating the materials

Of a land indifferent to its end

He the builder of timber towers

Frontman to progress and production

She the dreamer of Summer

Blankets and books companions

In her walless canopy

Forest her playground of youth

Mother nature, a dear old friend

For him the trees

Are the fodder of imagination

Kinlin for a mind

Driven to destiny and repupose

Will the visionaries love

See abundance

In both dreams

Old and new

Or will they see only scarcity

Competition and regression

Will their differences divide

And blind them from their true face

Do they know they are the world

And their affair our children's fate

Photo credit to Scott Mutter

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