Growing high above the groundFrom where I can look aroundWhile my brothers continue to growBefore we drop down belowAs the wind rustles leavesWe will soon be cast freeLeft to fall to the floorWhere we hope to be foundClaimed by a happy soulInstead of rotting into a holeBut for the moment we gently swayAs the breezeContinue reading “Conker”

Assessing Nature

Have you ever stared at the leaves?Given study to how vines weave?Watched as the grass does grow?Or does it all mean naught to you? With vibrant colours of summers bloomThe taste of pollen continues to swarmSwollen pods of future fertilityTaken great distances across the sky Have you ever wondered how they grow?Or how far downContinue reading “Assessing Nature”