the smell of ashes
it's time for her to wake up
fleeing humans scream...

clouds group together
almost like a flock of birds
they sing divine songs

the gold fish dreams too
it hopes, and plays, and loves too
listen! it sings songs!

In which I'm buried
mountains of technology
deserts of nature

Beautiful flower
in a field of tall green grass
no others in sight

during midnight's silence
it's nature's turn to recharge
but man still honks horns

As he cried "timber,"
the deer and rodents ran fast
It's bird's turn to cry

Mountain tops singing
The smell of blue fills the air
Mother welcomes us

Wildflowers upstream
Nature's baffling beauty
Leave them undisturbed