Mother Nature is
a curious role model
The way she teaches her children
to spread thin and disappear
as the wind does
or the tides
The way she teaches how
to be the grand oak
solid, firm, proud
reaching for stars it’ll never touch
Somewhere, there’s a girl
made of mascara and expectation
shedding her skin for love
that doesn’t honor bare flesh
Somewhere, there’s a man
with ember eyes and ash hair
wondering how stardust feels
Somewhere, there’s a rose
wilting its petals into a breeze
and a child wondering
whether to follow