
All so surreal
if you just let nature be,
all hell otherwise.

All so surreal
if you just let nature be,
all hell otherwise.

In absence of rush
and raised voices, we notice—
nature shines for all.

Up on a mountain,
baked, kissed, and blessed by the sun,
photographer’s lens.

Seeking unpaved paths,
scavenges through the bushes,
a rainbow catcher.

Greying in stages,
varying shapes and sizes—
trees, our grandmothers.