I think there is something beautifully brutal about gardening. Becouse like if you think about thats the closest one will ever get to be a cruel dictator and I mean you litteraly are makeing the earth bend to your will. Soooooo- ================================== Claiming the tree crowns and the dirt under your feet as your own, that you will rule over it with an iron fist. So you Cut and you Bend and you Kill and you Destroy, with your wepons of iron and chemicals! you Terrorise, you Mold, you Burn, you take and you shape this land into your own image. You the sol dictator of the land, You The Composer Of Live And Death, YOU THE MONARCH OF THIS GARDEN. And yet no of your subjects can say a word. You the beast in the silent crowd, with your hands staint with green. You cut our branches, you mercelysly kill the ones not suiting your vision, you make this place into your likeing, no matter what you destroy and who you kill.
