Naturally flawed,

Beautifully strong,

Like the trees that sway,

To the travelling winds.

Various sizes, various shapes,

The energy that comes through.

Different forms, different textures,

The force that overpowers.


Give in

Bittersweet, burgeoning colors,

Colors that would’ve fit in an art exhibition,


Popping whilst I prod,

Taking form,

Providing function,

Colors that engulf me,

And my plethora of thoughts,

Colors that observe, colors that take in,

The entirety of my being,

The love that I made,

The soft words ringing in my ears,

Colors that absorb,

The loudest of intention,

The warmest of thought,

Colors that reciprocate,

The travails unknown,

The travails of every single person who has taken in the colors,

Colors that evoke,

That feeling of having-been,

Those feelings of further-more,

Colors, that wouldn’t have looked so out-of-place in an art exhibition.