The wind cuts truth, it carves my skin,

A blade of silence that heals within.

The trees don’t scheme, they bend, they sway,

While people twist words in a crooked display.

The river speaks straight, it never deceives,

But society drains me, it robs, it grieves.

The crane I felt was a silver vein,

It pierced my chest; it erased my pain.

Its wings were scripture, its body a psalm,

While the city’s noise is a venomous calm.

Nature holds me without disguise,

Society masks me, it blinds my eyes.

The murmuration rains like a sovereign wave,

A thousand shadows that never enslave.

Each bird a signal, each turn a vow,

While humans betray with a practiced bow.

The sky is honest, it shifts, it breaks,

But people build prisons with smiles that are fake.

I trust the bear more than the man,

At least its hunger is part of the plan.

The wolf may bite, the storm may tear,

But they don’t pretend they ever care.

Society feasts on my sovereign flame,

Then blames me raw, then calls me shame.

The soil remembers, it keeps my bones,

It whispers my grief in sacred tones.

The city forgets, it erases my name,

It scripts me hollow; it scripts me tame.

Nature devours but gives me back,

Society strips me, leaves me black.

I ache for the wild, for the rain of wings,

For the crane that taught me what feeling brings.

I ache for the silence that cuts like steel,

For the earth that teaches me how to heal.

Society cages, it claws, it drains,

But nature redeems me, it breaks my chains.

So let me sit where the wind is law,

Where the bear is honest, where the hawk is raw.

Let me bleed into the soil’s embrace,

Where truth is shadow, where grief has grace.

For nature wounds me, but never with lies,

And society kills me with polished disguise.