The Heart

The Heart

It's the scent of manmade
battling against the sounds of nature
of waves crashing against the land
of lily pads caressing the bottom of a boat

It's the trees rising over years
challenging the height of buildings
of homes to be lived in
of houses merely used as a haven

It's water destroying the rock of man
and gently corroding the rock of nature
of glaciers that tumbled through
of the years and of the time

It's the rocking lull of waves lapping
diminishing the rigid shaking of boats
of the tossing and turning a boat's made to endure
the tossing and turning; they show it's not wanted

It's the scent of manmade
battling against the sound of nature
of the waves crashing to smooth the harsh land
and lily pads caressing the bottom of a heart