Nature’s world


Wherever I look, my view is blocked

By things man made.

Nature’s world no more.

Gentle breeze pushing palm leaves down

It goes up, down and up and down.

The window panes hold ugly glass

Attempts to flow and merge with leaves.

It can’t, for softness merges not

With colours eye-biting dead.

The eyes run back to the world of leaves

Bouncing, flying freely under the sun.

Sap green, yellow and yellowish brown

Some dark green, shooting out of the stalk.

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