{"sf1_id":1011359,"sf2_id":"znJx3GBe","title":"False Wildness","author":"Diavora","words":56,"posted_at":"2016-05-25T07:50:00.000Z","tags":["Freeform","Nature","Poem","Poetry","Rhyme"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1011359-false-wildness","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJx3GBe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/bc/28/bc28d723-6e99-4c4b-8a3c-c7725f202815","description":"Desc from FA:\nA more artsy one, I suppose. It was raining and I was at the bus stop, looking at all the hedgerows and trees. Quite a few of them were rather unkempt compared to the rest. Not sure if they just hadn't had a visit to the gardener, or if they were rebelling by growing faster.\nGonna edit the others a bit before I post them, not too fond of them. Still might throw them directly into scraps.\nIt was good to get writing again though, even if it was on paper and I had to transfer it to here. Work sucks bleh","content":"Raindrops like tears, slide down the road.\n\nCarefully trimmed plants strain\n\nwith all the strength of Earth's lament\n\nagainst the cage of man's design.\n\n  \n\nPerfect shapes for imperfect people\n\nas a rogue vine chokes out the steeple.\n\n  \n\nTrees arranged in immaculate rows\n\nto emulate nature's reign.\n\nBut to the cracks in the pavement,\n\nMan remains blind.\n  \n  \n\n"}