Words Can't Cover Me

The Flowers

I watch the flowers grow each day.
The ones that die from weed killer.
Everyone seems to have forgotten to cut their grass.
I like it.
Watching them bloom.
Taking note of the fact that there were less of them yesterday.
Same with the trees.
I like watching their colors change.
They've always been my favorite.
Green, Yellow, Auburn, Red, Brown, or even Dead.
They're absolutely gorgeous.
The sunlight bounces off of their radiant leaves, giving them a more vibrant effect on the way the shadow cascades over everything.
The fog incapsializes them.
Giving them each their own personal silhouette.
Rain makes their lovely roots become even more enriched in nourishment.
They house families.
The perfect place to nest.
I'd like to live in one.
Observe their alterations in real time.
I'd probably never go inside.
Just sit and watch them.
Listen to the rustling in the wind.
Get the opportunity to live among its many inhabitants.
That's how it should be.
Modernized, of course.
But we should be able to live in more places without having to be consumed by wealth.
Just my opinion.
A bit biased of course, but who's isn't.