An ocean splashed the sky;
clouds little boats for angels to
reel in stars upon will; their gills
glow for human eyes to scope-out
and connect the dots, one by one.
The moon a forest for the alien
gophers; burrowing amongst its
craters, feasting on passing comets,
and yet; we fail to see.
A rainbow, for the giants after their
grievances, sprout a smile on
mile-long faces, as the days got harder
to stay sunny.
Drear for the shadows, the little
rats of the night, hissing at morn
and hurting, shrinking as
golden lasers black.
Nature is poetic,
and it hurts,
we all turn away,
when it peaks at its
I don't know, really. Like, we only find beauty in happiness, along with sunny days, or things in nature that won't affect us. I love rain, I've wanted to see snow, things most complain about. We Treat nature like people, kinda. Ignore the rainfall, and stay inside. All feedback is appreciated!