Early
sounds of morning...
I see a red rose breathing,
whispering sweet nothings...
I look at you and i cry
My Love, you have been raped...
It was a scruffy day
The sun full of blisters...
The breeze dances through the leaves,
the Maple begins to sway with ease...
Tears of creation screams
whilst creatures kick to live...
A tree is a strong spirit
leaves dangle like emeralds...
She overseas her seedlings
gazing silently, as mothers do...
Virgin waterfall
ripples a crystalline pond...
Swan's preening,
Plafully turning and cleaning...
Marigold moonbeams consume me
Authentic kisses laced with love...
There is nothing beautiful
about the ocean...