O my beautiful butterfly
you are not so beautiful after all...
In lost island,
water and boat, I...
Was there a purpose
to wear mascara...
The fear right
below your skin, festers...
Bleeding sonnets written in
Latin, a narwhal breaking...
Charging at the
huddled moon, palm...
After you gave me a
split rupture...
Nature is a canvas, vast and bright,
With colors that dance and delight...
The wind whispers through the trees,
A symphony of leaves rustling in the breeze...
The sun sets in the west
And colors fill the sky...
Nature's beauty surrounds us all,
From mighty mountains to oceans so tall...
Nature, the grand and wondrous muse,
With secrets hidden in every hue...