
Who but the demon
would nurture stereotypes,
of men and women?

Who but the demon
would nurture stereotypes,
of men and women?

Smiling all the way,
flanked by the bliss of nature—
walking down the aisle.

Bringing greens to life,
in the wake of summer nights,
raindrops on treetops.

Clouds a gathering,
light blue yet dark and heavy—
muddled, as humans.

Though ever alone,
basking in nature’s shadow
you’re never lonely.