As If Its Joy Were Sin
We mowed the Clover — down —
As if its Joy — were Sin —
We silenced the Robin’s lullaby —
And strangled the Dandelion —
We painted over Sky —
With Smoke — of Industry —
And taxed the Sun — for shining —
Too freely — on the Trees —
The River — must not wander —
The Forest — not be wild —
We legislate the Meadow —
As if it were a Child —
But Nature — keeps a Ledger —
More subtle than our Pen —
And every Rule — we implement —
She breaks — and blooms — again —
* * *
Epitome
We strangled — every Clover —
And silenced — Meadow’s song —
But Nature — keeps her Anarchy —
And blooms — where Laws go wrong —
35% Terri Guillemets
65% Microsoft Copilot
March 4, 2025
A poem about man's rules against — and rule over — the wild, after Emily Dickinson.
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As If Its Joy Were Sin
