Dave Bonta's "Vegetation" begins with a striking image: rain turning into jade. Water becomes something green, hard, and precious, and the poem seems to be watching rain turn into growing things. The next line calls this "cunning as a way of raising things," which makes nature feel clever and deliberate, as if growth were a trick the land plays to lift life out of the ground.
Then the tone shifts. The speaker says they are growing weary "of having spoil," which suggests tiredness with owning, taking, or piling up the things the world hands over. The final lines picture "the land in pieces" as "a busy bed," a crowded patch where everything is divided up and teeming. Judging by the imagery, the speaker may be uneasy about carving nature into parcels.
The mood is quiet and a little tense: wonder at the start, then fatigue and doubt. The poem leaves its meaning open, so it's worth reading slowly and deciding what "spoil" means to you.