Rosie Saccardo
i wander and search beneath and
in between the climbing tendrils.
air of fresh forest rests on my lungs
Nature around me supports my quest
and vegetation provides me with breath.
i am searching for beauty.
beauty that inflicts a burning pain within
because you know that
it can’t be maintained if you’re selfish.
you can’t pick it.
why do i deserve artistry?
will nature provide what it harbors
or does She know where i come from?
Confidentiality corrupt.
i crush life beneath me
but Nature is forgiving,
a second chance--
i have finally found it.
a vivid soft Rose relaxes on the forest floor
as vulnerable as an infant as
it takes it first breath
why has the earth provided me with such
a gift of crimson shades?
i rip the defenseless prize from its gullible roots.
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