Blood of the Earth

Concrete and asphalt ribbon our world. The fertile fields of Southern Ontario are wounds in the skin of the earth and corn and wheat only temporary scabs.
Water is the blood the carrier of nutrition, of life.
We are pouring poison in this blood and death becomes the message the medium is carrying.
I long for the days when humans were in short supply and the world was not carved ripped and ribboned. To walk on a trail in the forest that coved the land I live in.
Nature will not end, it will react and buck us off and once we are gone it will go on. We cannot end nature it will win and we will lose but we can carry on this miserable war for a long time and make ourselves miserable in the process.