Nature and War By David Delaney

Soft morning sun shines through moist droplets clear now radiating coloured prisms bright. The almost silent brook is trickling near as Autumn leaves float to the ground so light. While pristine beauty now is all abound, though some short years ago this was not so. There were no flowers growing from the ground the trickling gentle brook had ceased to flow. With soldiers corpses rotting in the mud. No fields of green, or pollen on the breeze, just craters with the dead's own flowing blood that soak the roots of what were once grand trees. When fightingÕs done, then nature plies her trade, as once again the manmade horrors fade.

photograph by Andy Hogben

Copyright ©2011  David Delaney

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