What do you do,
When you encounter nature?
Do you admire it,
Respect it,
Stop to appreciate its wild beauty?
Do you at least leave it in peace,
Step around it,
Instead of trampling it,
That dainty flower in a world of gray?
Or do you cage it,
Trap it,
Confine it to walls, floors, roofs?
Do you snip the vines,
Chop the trees,
Use innocent nature for your own comfort,
Though it did no such thing to you?
Could you?