The sound of the
Breathing machine
Brings little comfort.
Nobody likes the smell
Of hospitals,
They serve a purpose.
Sometimes you leave with your loved one,
Sometimes you leave
Alone.
The sound of the
Breathing machine
Brings little comfort.
Nobody likes the smell
Of hospitals,
They serve a purpose.
Sometimes you leave with your loved one,
Sometimes you leave
Alone.
A red cardinal over there,
A mesquite tree over here.
Mother Nature shows me many creations.
The smell of wet saltgrass and dirt
Fill my senses.
This oak tree I am under,
Her leaves shine as if coated in silver
As raindrops sparkle setting delight afire
Within my heart.
Nature presents herself
As is,
The individual decides whether she is beautiful or not.