A Choice to Be Made


Let down the walls of your estate
     And walk among the wild,
Where children learn both love and hate
     And nature is not mild.

Too long have you been gazing far
     And nothing reconciled,
Transfixed upon a bloodless star—
     And nature is not mild.

How can you turn your back on me
     As if I were defiled,
When my bright songs could set you free?
     And nature is not mild.

The one you worship in my stead
     Considers you a child.
I offer you my hand and bed;
     Your nature is not mild.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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