Nature of Nature

I fought a war with a rose bush.
I won't say the rose bush won
But I am bleeding from a dozen wounds
And the rose bush blooms in the sun.

I fought a war with a rose bush.
I won't admit I lost.
But still today faint scars show white
While the rose bush dreams under frost.

People are made
to take up spade
and change the shape of the Earth.
We dig and sow
and plow and hoe
from the hour of our birth.

I made a truce with a rose bush
I think our war is done.
The rose bush grows however it likes
while I bask in the summer sun.