The greenery fools us all/ the resemblance of peace and tranquility/ the swoosh of the vines and swish of the leaves/ brings what we all forget to be anonymity

The flower petals you smell/ the sweet scents that fills your nose, your lungs/ breathe it in real slow and lean back/ because it’s just fibonacci that lingers among

The ocean you crave to crash down over/ with the salt that dries your hair after a spray/ the sand that grinds between your creases/ that only reminds you of how you long to stay

The trick nature pulls on us all/ the laugh that rings at our expense/ it’s not the bees buzzing or cicadas chiming/ but what the mother of all makes us repent