Pull over the car,
There are daisies on the side of the highway, leaning delicately over glass.
Oil glistens on the cement, catching all of the vibrant colors that light could possibly make.
The glow from the sun is so pure, so warm.
Nature can only nurture innocent beings,
Hence the name Mother.
Her baby birds weep a melancholic song over me, but they can’t chime loud enough to drown out worn-down tires.
My burgundy brown stains mark the divets and cracks in the road, only until the gentle rain beats it away.
There is a new surface with the same trauma.
You see a scorched tree and wonder "how?"; curiosity is no longer stronger than comfort.
Please come out.
Outside of your car, there is a whole other world
A world Mother created that I was too young to explore
A world made that I’ll never have the chance to know.
Now I’m with her.
Explore the world and it’s vast wonders; care for it, nurture it
Because one day you’ll be down here with me and Mother