Intentions

"*Intentions**

In the garden of our making, where science meets the soil,

Tomatoes bloom with secrets, a harvest of our toil.

Injected with intentions, a shield against the strife,

But what if four too many bring a question of our life?

Who crafts these bold decisions, who holds the purse strings tight?

In labs where ethics tangle, they conjure day from night.

A gamble on the table, a wager on our fate,

As humans chase the answers, while nature stands sedate.

Where did she go, our mother, the wild, untamed embrace?

Once vibrant in her chaos, now a sterile, measured space.

Does she watch in silence, this fake ass masquerade,

As we tinker with her canvas, in the name of progress made?

The whispers of the ancient, the wisdom in the breeze,

Are drowned out by the chatter of our synthetic pleas.

What happens when we falter, when our experiments collide?

Will we pay the toll of tampering, or let the truth reside?

So here we stand, in gardens, with burdens on our backs,

Chasing after safety, while the natural world relax.

Let’s ponder on the balance, the cost of our intent,

For in seeking out protection, what’s the price of discontent?

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