Plants are in control

Do the plants need us or is it the other way around?

Encased in a layer made of the tears of the hevea tree, caoutchouc protects and subjugates. Where is freedom if the body longs for a safe shield. The world is hostile, the sun heats sometimes to an unbearable height. Hide from the UV rays that comes to us along the red light. Where is your own will now your arms are housed in your protective armor. It is elastic, gives some movements but only to a small extent. You are reduced to a sculpture not from bronze but with a beating heart. Can you escape and do you dare to escape from the imposed cherishing. The plants have taken over, they have lured you with the promise to safeguard you from hunger and mental discomfort.
Vacuumed together with plantsymbols