You compare yourself to a flower Feeling the wind Dancing You grow unfolding your petals To the sun Soaking Naked in the rain You compare yourself to a flower Smelling of nature's beauty Unapologetically With each breath Cleansing the air Healing Part of the earth A symbol with hidden depth that goes beyond Immaculate form You compare yourself to a flower A flower The condensation of sun wind and rain Grounded Ever changing composition Earths art constantly becoming something new A flower is a product of passion
Molten lucent lava, burning black darkness. Cherry-red tears slowly rolling down those rocky cheeks. Following the ashen path of fire. Crackly noise of a planet that’s changing shape. Moving together with the shifting crust, Unknowing, in wonder. Tumbling and tumbling… Lavishly. Explosively. Erupt.
And… then randomly, impetuously cool down again. Like nothing ever happened.