Bloody-red poppies,
power; it’s painful remains—
statistical loss.
Game of numbers
Tag: poetry
Pure
Coordinated;
undisturbed by human kind—
nature in its prime.
Up in the air
Though invincible
even nature stays grounded;
mere mortals, we can’t.
It’s ok; it’s natural
Mind of a human,
bit rusty on the outside—
like nature herself.
Leaves you guessing
Scarred, marred, and dented—
as life is sometimes—nature
unfathomable.
