i stare at the ground
at the komorebi
and look at the way
the sun
is beaten,
broken,
demolished
and abused
by the branches
and the leaves
of the trees overhead.
they maul
and ******
the beauty of the natural light
the light that always
seems to shine on you
and brighten the ground before you
the sun
kissing your reddening cheeks
and making your eyes
twinkle even more
than they already do.