I close my eyes, the skin like a veil between soul and sky, Hiding my pupils from the garish sun-rays,
Creating a golden-red haze of epidermal lenses.
I sit still, pensive, photosynthesising like a tree
As several strands of hair dance upon my cheek,
Tickling like climbing ants.
Birds blow kisses my way, fluffing their feathers in flirtatious array - Will they find their mate,
Or is it too late in the year?
Perhaps they just sing to be heard and appreciated.
I epiphanise on how we make life so complicated
And long to rest in the simplicity of now,
But how?
A car beeps in the distance, an airplane overhead,
Modern life tears me from my moment.
And nature gets lost again, drowning in our ignorance.
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