Invisible to the world

I am invisible to the man’s world,
As I stand amongst the torrent of bodies,
I am a jagged stone slicing the steady flow,
Their shoulders failing to dislodge my place rooted in the pavement,
I am a lone tree caught in a fleshy flood,
Watching the city’s skipping stones fly past me,
I howl and roar at grey figures,
Begging to be heard,
But I am simply bypassed by the herd,

I am invisible to Mother Nature’s kingdom,
Overwhelmed by the vast acreage I dare claim as my own,
I am alien and geometric against her verdant cloth,
Neck craned upwards at skyscraper mountains,
Knees bent and welded into silt,
The country oblivious to my existence,
I shout and scream at swaying figures,
Begging to be heard,
But I remain unnoticed by the wind,