The Summer of Thunderstorms (Poetry)[Complete]

In The Wild

in the wild,

there is no bad,

there is no good,

it's not just grass,

it's not just wood,

it stood before humans even could

it has its own timetable

and its plans are impenetrable.

I was not born here, but my kind was

A species with grit but is still sensitive

I'm alone

But I perceive other things that live

In the wild.

on shrubs, the shadows make shapes

at night, they are the clouds

sky-gazing is much less daunting

why the clouds are moving isn't something to worry about

why do we pine for people we can't have,

follow paths with dead-ends,

chase dandelion seeds that move faster than us,

and try to make bullies our friends?

why do dogs stare at food they'll never be given?

I didn't think I wanted to cry

now the clouds have placed rain on my cheeks

reminding me that the sky is falling

and the falls of Heaven are coming

to overtake me

I was not born here, but my kind was

A species with grit but is still sensitive

I'm alone, but I perceive other things that live

In The Wild.