Resistance is Futile

With some assistance, in comes the river.
Right over the bank, with no resistance.
Blown by wind, it flows right in,
To the parking lot there. It doesn’t care,
If our stuff’s in the way, we have no say.
Nature goes where it wills, and in it fills.
As I watch I am thinking of how we’re so little.
Our greatness so brittle. Both old things and new.
Nature knocks it all down, pushes right through.

6 thoughts on “Resistance is Futile

    • Thanks! I’m trying out a different kind of rhyming here. Writing this piece was like putting together a jigsaw puzzle.

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