Beauty is found
tastes like sunshine
breaking through the shadows
over my dreams
Blue skies running
above the horizon
pretending not to know
seeing only a reflection
In the waves and ripples.

Questions

Does the sky know I'm watching?
Is it watching me?
Do the clouds know I'm judging
as they float past?
Do they allow the wind to shape them, or do they
shape themselves?

Does the sun need a jacket?
Is the moon afraid of the dark?
Can the earth feel my footsteps?
Can the grass feel the fire?
Can the trees feel the saw?
Do flowers taste the raindrops?
Can the wind feel itself blowing through the trees?

Does the earth know I love it?
Can it love me back?
Do my emotions flow through me into the ground down
to the heart of the planet and affect the way it feels?
Do trees get tired of standing? Is that why they fall down?

Can the trees see fire? Do they feel afraid?
Does the sky know it's blue?
Do mountains laugh at hills for being short?
Do trees judge one another?
Can flowers talk to butterflies?