Open up your heart,
as the earth does to the skies,
while blessings shower.
Welcome the unknown
Author: N
Writer of all things, some of which are pretty good.
Cranes
Waving arms around,
as a tantrum-throwing child,
humanoids in town.
Fresh breath
With raindrops come hope,
as the sun shines through treetops—
blues lost in nature.
Tucked away
Hiding in safety,
flowers, behind curtain leaves,
as child from mother.
Look up to no-one
Expecting a life,
waiting, for generations,
monumental fool.
