
If clouds were forests,
would humans harvest them too,
once the land is bare?

If clouds were forests,
would humans harvest them too,
once the land is bare?

Lengthy lines of pines,
rainy winter afternoons;
promise of mushrooms.

Little sunshine cones
allure bees in a heartbeat;
succulent affair.

Spiders, shiny webs
spinning between the florets;
an uphill battle.