Oooooh  Hermosa rosa🌹 you're much felt as far as the evolution of nature goes. Thru time you've transitioned, thru different  seasons wilding their different kinds of tests stayed triumph. Here in my world you're felt as much as the rest of nature's existence feels as the artist called wind feels as it cuts thru them. A joy to my eyes and spirit just like wind paints the skies on a beautiful cloudy day  a force of nature on her own💯✔️👌🏾😍😍💕👆🏾🙏🏾🔌🔌🔌🔌🔌🔌🔌🔌🔌. -Swoo

like a margarine heart of a Georgia peach
the sun bogs at the bottom of the sky and i boggle
at the merriment of surrender,,, as the hours retire
to their night clocks and mice pitch sit-coms
in cornfields -
while you sleep
through spectacular
epiphanies
that a heartache
can hardly
pretend.

You cant hear what I say
No matter how loud I scream

He thought he saw an Elephant
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
"At length I realize," he said,
"The bitterness of life!"

He thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again, and found it was
His Sister's Husband's Niece.
"Unless you leave this house," he said,
"I'll send for the police!"

he thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
"The one thing I regret," he said,
"Is that it cannot speak!"

He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again, and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
"If this should stay to dine," he said,
"There won't be much for us!"

He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a Coffee-mill:
He looked again, and found it was
A Vegetable-Pill.
"Were I to swallow this," he said,
"I should be very ill!"

He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
That stood beside his bed:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bear without a Head.
"Poor thing," he said, "poor silly thing!
It's waiting to be fed!"

we'll have to linger on, because
nobody makes blueberry muffins
out of a box
the way you
do.

I’m trying hard to hear what you say,
But I’m busy being afraid that in every glance you make,
My racing heart be betrayed to you,
To you I’m hanging on,
I’m hanging on to your every word,
Cuz for you I’m falling,
I’m falling for you and getting crushed,
Where this will go in time, I don’t know,
I don’t know, in time if you’ll know, where I want us to go,
I don’t know if you’ll be mine,
Or I’ll let you forget there is a me you know

i like too watch the badger roaming through the night
with his furry coat with colors black and white
such a lovely creature so beautiful to see
wandering through the fields roaming wild and free

underneath the moon shining oh so bright
just to watch the badger brings me such delight
he  never seems to rush he takes it nice and slow
this creature of the night gives life such a glow