Andrea Khor 2B

The New King

The spider has spun its web,
And waits for insects to catch,
While waiting it has wept.

The flowers have already bloom,
Under the rays of the morning sun,
painting an atmosphere of gloom.

The waterfall is still flowing,
With water gushing out after a storm,
As if it was crying.

A wedding couple walking on a man-made path,
With photos as a memory,
And with men having the last laugh.

Down a narrow tree covered path-way,
With a lamp as our guide,
Leading men stray.

Men as broke away,
From nature as its friend,
There is nothing more to say,
But: Why have we gone astray?

When studying Man & Nature, the question that constant popped in my mind was man being in conflict with nature. After reading Wordsworth’s The World Is Too Much With Us, I ponder even more deeply whether man is in sync with nature. Or rather, are we even dominating nature?