Never turns its back—
nature—unlike mere humans;
if she does, all ends.
In her mercy
Tag: Sydney
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.
If you can see it
In tiny pockets,
lies the opportunity,
to bloom, as nature.
Therapy
Everywhere I turn,
as long as the eye can see—
chasing blues, the green.
