
Though invincible
even nature stays grounded;
mere mortals, we can’t.

Though invincible
even nature stays grounded;
mere mortals, we can’t.

Mind of a human,
bit rusty on the outside—
like nature herself.

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.