
Mind of a human,
bit rusty on the outside—
like nature herself.

Mind of a human,
bit rusty on the outside—
like nature herself.

Scarred, marred, and dented—
as life is sometimes—nature
unfathomable.

Living on the edge,
mulling over life choices,
brunching on popcorn.

In tiny pockets,
lies the opportunity,
to bloom, as nature.

Everywhere I turn,
as long as the eye can see—
chasing blues, the green.