Messes

Nature and civilisation, never a match
The earth cannot love another because the road broke him,
But the road, She already loves another, the cars that come her way, she dies and lives for them,
Now the sky is dying in hope of loving the trees of the earth, bursting with love in her clouds,
But the trees of the earth cannot come to love again, not after what she did to him, not after the brokenness and heartache,
But the sky offers him love, love that grows stronger by the day,
Because she believes he loves her,
With every word unsaid, with beauty and harmony such as this.
🐾glynismaina