Back to nature. Forward to nature.
Love Birds
His life peered
As an empty field
Soully a tree
Stray flowers
A pair of birds
Blades of grasses
Up on closer inspection
Colonies of bugs
A myriad of life
On the down low
In the dirt and dust
From whence wee come
A grain of sand
To see the world!
And every now and agin
Two legged wons
Scurry buy
Reflecting too themselves
Mirrorly a vacant lot
To sum
Still
Fore me
This lot
Is heaven unearth
Welling up
With awe that is doubly yearned
Out standing in my feeled
Holy culpable
Of telling the deference
Between life and death
