Sprout happily.

Smile openly,

With different shades of beauty. ...

Many times,

I followed directions,

Without asking, ...

A deserted island,

Embracing an orange sun.

A calm sea, ...

Squeeze me.

Taste the blend.

Feel life. ...

It’s not pretty,

Or poetic.

Meaningless thoughts, ...

Sometimes,

Beauty is closer,

Than we realize. ...

Often,

Things are easy to see,

Yet difficult to understand. ...

A stained wall,

Recounting stories,

To searching eyes. ...

Next to you,

Soaked in warm raindrops,

On lazy summer days. ...

So perfect…

The path,

Fields, ...

You sure are a sore sight.

“Why?”

A black heap, ...

I don’t want the house,

Land,

Or the fantasy, ...

If I was a sardine,

Surrounded,

Indistinguishable, ...

Cried upon.

Age spots, and

Veins showing. ...

Textures,

Curves,

Colors. ...

Remove my ribbons.

OK.

Now kiss me. ...

What are you?

Just a few dots.

Why aren’t you smiling? ...

Dandelions,

White blooms,

Mountain tops, ...

Yellow makes me smile,

Feel warm,

Happy. ...

Stand out.

Be seen.

But be you. ...