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

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

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

The true difference,
between dreaming and living—
lies in showing up.

Seeking attention,
budding as young talent does—
showing off, nature.

Every cell aligned,
so perfect, it’s almost fake—
it’s nature at work.