I see a tree,
the ruins of a tree
I see man,
bricks bearing the bones
of what man thought he could be
they are falling
before him
around him
on top of him
I hear him crumbling.
I see a tree,
another tree,
I see many trees,
a host of nature’s possibilities
all rising above the ruins of man
rising above what man has ruined

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Photographs taken on the Caribbean island of Caracao
