phenomenal as an
elephant. And the sky
has oscillating eyes. You
act as you’re alone. But the trees

are soldiers surveying your
home. Your lawn isn’t
velvet grass. It’s covered in hidden
mines the squirrels dig up

searching for nuts. In the air are
mirrors. On a sunny day they see clearer
than a polished shine. The red ants
march in a trance recording your

moves. By tonight you’re on
the news. Arrested for trespassing
on your property. Where is the line
between theirs and mine?

elixir or poison
can be a fine line
and the graveyard is full
-of those cases the doctor got wrong

She had the heart of a daisy...
White as milk, fluttering in the breeze, smelling of the scent of the earth...

And yet it was broken by the cruel heat of the one she called her sun...

Since then she had taken to wandering above the soil in search of her lost happiness...

How often she visited those wild flowers to pacify her blazing wilderness...!

Under a cobalt sky... Beyond ochre thoughts and grey memories... She lay one with them... As if sharing with them the moments and torments of her yesterday...

This kind of love healed her... Where even the fallen petals could be adorned on  rippling hairs...

No wonder she had got back her self...
From being a daisy... Drowning to death and being born anew as the same...

How beautiful was when the flowers had whispered that when life hurts love heals and when love hurts nature heals!