Permeates through leaves,
nature’s antidepressant:
afternoon sunlight.
Tag: reality
Goodbye

Sorry you’re dying
beautiful little flower;
say hi to my mum.
Blur

On, we yearn to fly,
our pasts are a bit blurry;
rain drops on windows.
Making space
Felled

Dreaming of the skies
we run amongst giant trees
felling them for gains.

