A crash of the falls.
And the bloom of the rose.
Few things are more beautiful,
And more elegant-
Than an un-kept jungle.
Because, the world that we reside in.
Has an aptitude to call you back.
Once you give in to the calls,
Mother nature knows.
She shapes your mind.
In order to savor the sweet.
And not to dwell on the sour.
Don’t put this up to some out of world-
Out of body-
Experience.
This is not a power that one possesses.
You are one with the trees.
The lions,
And all of the bees.
Your feet possess the same power-
That of an ape.
Our DNA.
Yes, our genetic makeup.
24% is shared with a grape.
We’re all family.
Brothers-
Sisters-
Just to another mother.
This is not found through blood.
Not who birthed you.
Your family can be found-
Through any one of another.
The person-
That you have always truly cared for.
Not the “Father”-
Who gets drunk and unruly.
Or the mother-
It was you that she loved to hit.
It is now the mission of our generation.
That we must rest with our favorite tree.
And speak of the adventures-
That we may soon share together.