we would never ask the squash plant to grow apples but we might think it
a mental health break is really just a cat nap with a fancy name
there is always hope before peeling an orange that it will be sweet
i greet the sunrise halfway through my first coffee the nights are shorter
nature can force us to take a break and step back while it refreshes
nature’s graffiti would be a flower growing on an ugly fence
the flower worries not; the sun will always shine eventually
never trust someone selling a star shaped flower as if it’s a star
two vines, intertwined the squash, the morning glory sharing the same fence
when we see something in passing; in error we think we understand
uptown jack 