Displacement

Know now, youngling
This is not the land of deciduous forests
Where you were born
Our rains are not as your rains
Cold and gentle affairs
Ours are torrential and fickle
Like some wild beauty
Freed after eons of restraint
Carnivorous. Carnal. Cancerous.
This is a place of swaying palms
And fiery sands
Sweaty hands
Youngling
Know where you are.