
To claim nature’s gifts,
and still be oblivious—
blind is privilege.

To claim nature’s gifts,
and still be oblivious—
blind is privilege.

With bulging egos
and greedy wars, oversized
is our history.

All so surreal
if you just let nature be,
all hell otherwise.

Seeking unpaved paths,
scavenges through the bushes,
a rainbow catcher.

Though all clear it seems,
high and low will be your path;
observe—street shows life.