The fat moon
rises, when the bland earth...
Bathed in morning rain -
then she dazzles by blazing sun...
Drip-Drop, Drip-Drop,
The rain goes...
Ears that drift from dreams,
are teased awake by a dawn...
Summer heat, scorching
Thermometers escalating...
Night fades
revealing a frosty dawn...
Death
Mourning...
Sounds and color collide - unifying
Particles interacting, uplifting molecules...
As the light of day fills the sky
You see the flowers open one eye...
Delicate strands of life she weaves
symmetrical shape of beauty deceives...
Winter storms long past
yet show their damage...
By Ben Pickard and Maple Tree
A small acorn, from my nature soul...