Eyes that don't see
see the things that you do...

I once was a tree
now screwed up, frustrated trash...

I watched the colour of
washed tamarind gleam...

Blue in colour with a hint of red
one calming, one inviting...

"Have you taken your Pills?"
"Yes"...No..I haven't really...

A little flower
sprayed with human pesticides...

Morning hush
greets sun's first gentle blush...

I was a crack in the mirror
or was I a mirror with a crack...

...until
the crack found its home...

On the compost heap
autumn leaves raked, tidied, stacked...

In yonder meadow flowers bloom
cascading hues and sweet perfume...

Crouch down low
constantly rocking...