Nature Is A Beast

• Jayden Pearson, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2014

The wind is fighting the tree,
But neither can back down or flee.
The crisp, dry leaves are being thrown around all the way to the cold, hard ground.
The Earth is holding down the breathing, clean grass, held there like cement.
But the concrete is a cold hard killer,
That the delicate grass has no chance against.
Even the cement feels pain;
It gets walked over by primitive beasts.