Walking through the forest after the rain
a man can see the moonlight
reflected on green wet leaves
one can see some other things,
these little pieces of something
that for us may seem special
they behave like raindrops
they sound like incomplete sentences
they taste like sedentary thoughts
one cannot explain what they are
but instead grasp them as black bones
from all the dinosaurs that didn't make it
to the big successful colorful impact
all of these things are nature, us.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC