It’s dark.

The only light,

An ATM machine, ...

Let me introduce myself.

My name’s “Society”.

Come in please. ...

My daily path,

Through quiet fields,

Outside a sleepy village. ...

Don’t fly away.

But if you do,

I understand. ...

I’m cracking,

Gasping for air,

Dying to be held. ...

Thank you.

For opening up.

Coloring the world sunny....

“What if…”

Children were running everywhere.

Parents happily watching....

There’s so much to see,

And feel.

The sun’s rays, ...

“I’m not like you…”

Solid.

Sparkling. ...

It’s one of those days,

When I need help.

Simple, ...

Drooping,

Yet surrounded.

Protected by angel wings. ...

Looks strange.

What?

The plane marks up there. ...

Waves,

Washing over reddish sand.

Another setting sun, ...

Waking up.

Smiling.

Painting the world, ...

“Magic.”

Sparkling,

A mirror of shadows, ...

Wires.

Lamps.

Bells. ...

“Imperfections.”

Growth.

Dirt. ...

Dried up.

But proud,

Intact, ...

Wide open lake.

Foggy horizons.

Snow-capped giants. ...

Water rippling down.

Two leaves sitting together.

Waiting to drift away. ...