the plants breathe

the water makes things greener opens up the doorways inside this plant’s cells inside  the water accumulates it becomes refreshed it becomes released plant stretches its leaves up to the sky beautiful lushness a leaf that spreads itself out to catch each drop of mist that surrounds these living things these plants its soft cover…

everywhere i look is a painting

orange clouds across the sky like someone opened up a crayon box and decided to pick some new colors and scattered bright lights hovering above the ground fairies making processions across the land each star calls out a name until all you hear is a cacaphony of names like raindrops collecting dew in the sunlight…

inhale the world

dew-scented mornings pulling breeze from a golden sun seriousness left behind and all that remained was laughter filling the air if dancing among rosy clouds meant spending time with knowing a deep burning fire would fill me with a spark of inspiration beginning again would release self mispersceptions and heal the jagged edges of time…