Reclaimed

Branches breach the window frames of the factory

Those structures that seemed so permanent reduced to rubble permanently

I don’t fear for the fate of the earth, it’s ourselves we’ll erase

And return the world to it’s natural state

Quarries become lakes, concrete disintegrates and histories erase

Global warming, nuclear holocaust will all be but a blip on the cosmic fate

Earth will always reclaim and recuperate

The ivy that works it’s way through your brickwork, or the bird’s nest in your roof

They are reminding you that it is yours only temporarily

And no matter how highly we regard intellect or our position in the chain

We will all one day be reclaimed