Gaia reveals the truth, at times,

Not subtly, but rocking….tumbling

What we deem rock and tumble proof.

That flora in that window box,

So bright and white and red; erect

Despite this freeze? Distance deceives

Our naive hearts and eyes effortlessly.

Scent would have squealed; revealed the fib.

Too high the price a sniff demands?

We “hem and haw” and she larks.

Our claims of dominion, our crow,

As meaningless as plastic blooms.