The world is drowning
but Mother Nature lives on
in the rose garden.

She had never felt
a love quite like this before –
she felt safe with him.

The curtain rises
and the people fall silent
with rapt attention.

The river flows on,
the world turns, the seasons change,
just as it should be.

Sudden surprises
the sun rises even though
the night has fallen.

The little poisons
creep in so quietly that
we can’t feel the death.

Today’s pale grey sky
offers not a shred of hope
under mute colors.

I can feel the rain
as it creeps ever closer
to my clouded heart.

It is where I watch
all the could be’s and may be’s
before they just are.

A goldfish squirrel
riding a furry falcon…?
I must be dreaming.