#prompt 14, natural environment with unnatural environment

The old mansion lay

At the end of road

Haunted, said many

Whose thinking was not broad

Rich history that surrounded

Warmness that seeped

Tainted by superstition

Years of stories reaped

Insides dark

And full of terror

Outside as summer plays

It become nature’s bearer

Climbers cling to stone

Wild flowers every corner

Sun glints off window

No sign of master former

The moss covered concrete

Tree house in the old tree

Nohuman to ruin

Nature here is free

There may come one day

A life in these old lanes

For now it retains

A human creation without chains