We are part of nature. At least, we issue from
nature—yet wreck the balance of things, the breath,
the pulse, the natural interlocking of death
and life, with our unnatural “I am”.
The extraordinary process of becoming man
forces us out of nature, to upset,
fight, break nature, defy her, defeat her. Yet
only we, seeing her from the outside, can
love her. Natural things in nature are
blind to her beauty, dumb to sing of her.
We, though wrecked nature ruin us in the fall
we forced, have had our vision. While we live
we know we live, know nature. I believe
our game was worth her candle after all.