The power of Life force

Builders in the house next door

have been destroying now for weeks

a mature garden torn to pieces

every day it speaks

out to those transgressors

but nobody can hear

dried stalks hanging off the ground

it is really clear

how energy is relevant

a bold green shoot I see

forcing itself from dried  old stick

such excitability

i called the workman over

the impressionable affair

was happening so quietly

few knew that it was there

clearly it was suffering

Springs resonance abounds

for it a waking nightmare

all the violent sounds

rubble every which way

dust and dirt and pain

a martyr gently pushing forth

and living once again

the builder said its had it

we are going to tear it down

mother Nature labours long

in every flipping town

and human eyes unseeing

of the energy  below

concealed by rock and plaster

but endeavouring to grow.