i’ve always admired
the existence of flowers each one uniquely beautiful like every person on earth and somehow the more i climb, the more flowers i get to see
Discredit not the busy honey bee,
or the hedgehog that makes the grasses stir The old owl that makes it's nest in the fir Admire the deer pacing the woods with glee! No bard does justice to the roaring sea, no sculptor the grace of a wild flower Or the nurturing of a rain shower, or majesty of an ancient oak tree The beauty of Nature, a peaceful sight Like swans taking flight in the rose sunset Deep deserts where small foxes show no fear of man, and to feel a thunderstorm's might All these wondrous things and more can be met on this miracle, blue-green biosphere
Throwback from 2014, wrote this on a trip to Lapland. I usually write from a completely introverted standpoint, just spewing emotions so this observatorial description of nature-avenue is very foreign to me. However when a landscape is beautiful enough, it evokes something.
I envision a meteor
falling into the ocean, and the commotion bursts into rain Glimmering cobwebs Chirping birds drying in my hearts' domain Breath within my ***** revealing the cuckoos, the drums on dead wood, & insects after the downfall birthing the odes of love Fly up above!
"the birds and the bees"
Spread your feathers over the water, explore the shores, and forest regions!
People always equate jealousy to
A little green monster who rides Piggyback throughout your life. They’re wrong though. Jealousy is a tiny, beautiful, parasitic seed. It plants itself in the newly formed Fissures of your self worth. It fights its way through your aching veins Before finally laying roots in your broken heart. As it grows, you’re veins are slowly replaced by brilliant green foliage. Your heart begins to bloom The petals so breathtaking that it lures in Every inch of your soul until The only thing left is an empty shell Of who you once were. Jealousy isn’t a monster. It’s irresistible flora That feeds on your inadequacy In order to feed its opulence.
The strings of tears from
the skies, fall on the earth, as she sheds away, her sorrows on to the bodies, of the flora into the soil, bestowing life through her tears. While I gaily tread the grass, drenched, in her tears of life
rain's a blessing!
A little marimo moss ball.
Unfazed in its glass ball. Just another peaceful sunny day. To not go about and enjoy the day. A lonely marimo moss ball. Looking in a mirror on the wall. Noticing nothing has changed. Isolation is still here, untouched.
i pick up withered orchids
that were left to rot on stone whispering they won’t forgive - all that’s left is stem and bone and when i ask who did this they photosynthesise in code
referencing a nirvana lyric from heart shaped box: "meat-eating orchids forgive no-one just yet"
She knew the world,
He knew the words, She shaped the blue skies, He played with the meter in fives. She brought in the aura, He pictured in the flora, She glittered in the halo, He wandered in an abyss so low. She was well versed in art, He talked in silence with himself in part, She was ready to know him and walk with him toe to toe, Walking all alone all along, he was ready to find himself too.
Blossoming in the
Snow globe are technicolor Ornaments, inhale The melting *** of sweet And musky. Welcome, Flora.
Blossom with love and courage into the spring,
that is unalike the one before it, but none the less full of growth and the sweet scent of possibilities Blossom in the light of positivity for you have carried too much sadness and cradled too much fear. Aren’t you tired? Bloom like all things on earth bloom Flower into your next life, naturally unfold Fluorescence is your call tenderly guiding you wild flora into the fauna where you belong You too are that, which came from earth and grows from light Winter beckons a spring, and it’s your turn wild flora.