The house was left behind

All empty rooms

And echoing walls

Not a caretaker to bring warmth

Not a soul to bring energy

Just a shell

Of what once was a home

And the years passed

Without any change

The house still stood

Neglected

In that benign way we have

When we think

We will “get around to” something

Though that time never comes

Until slowly

The house began to crumble

A picture of man’s dominion over nature

Beginning to fall into reverse

The trees grew close

The windows cracked

The greening of cold concrete

Beginning to take hold

So that the house still stood

A wilderness

Covered over in vines

Suddenly a home again

To the unexpected

As earth reclaimed her own ~ Caroline A. Slee