ideal beauty
i want to thrive off the leaves and branches and live within the veins of a tree shining in the moonlight and soaking up the sun. I want to be mother nature and change with the seasons. I want to be strong and steady and hold my ground. I want to sound like pleasant chatter in the cold wind and warm embraces behind the shades. I want to live inside the earth and break apart solid ground that needs turning, and eat what falls for waste. the words are not found in fortune cookies, car windshields, or even spoken. the texture is felt. understanding is when leaves turn without a touch.