Nature’s Way

the cowardly moth
flies a w a y from the bright light.
heaven does not call.

bare arms brush against
pointy pine tree, as it sways,
bloody droplets fall.
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today, old leaves fall—
it will be the young ones turn
tomorrow, anew;

dandelion seeds:
one breath, flying to gifting
wishes; new ones born,

lOOking for lover—
cicadas come out. Hello!
buzzing high & low.

totally tangled,
tiny tomatoes grow tired;
twigs twitching tensely.

love, like the dead leaves,
will eventually fall, fade,
and wither a w a y…

lascivious lad
lands, lOOking for a lady—
bug blushingly laughs.

rain rues gravity
and runs races, r e p e l l i n g
rushing relatives.

s h o o t s across the sky—
who will be its next target?
wonder which wish wins!