SCARY JEALOUS

at my teens
what i heard
stands good
till day

my little heart
asks my inflourescence

life
its
driven thro'
fundamentals

too invisiblle
to naked
either way

me
a part
of this monoculture
of Nature

i look thro'
my pines

winds blow up
their beauty

i pass by
and
my little heart

it
picks up
your liffle finger

may you come
a word
with diff