I find jealousy when I think of nature.
Trees will never settle for sunlight.
Rain can never feel neglected be grass.
Pollen will never know what it is to disappoint bees.
To feel sought after for what you are, not what you could be.
To feel a draw because it equates to life.
To be wanted so terribly that nothing else matters,
When being apart is incomplete.
To feel what nature has so perfectly,
A relation that happens naturally,
When any part of that is something,
And that smallest anything is everything.
A daydream that melts away to a feeling,
To not know what exactly is missing.
Yet know enough to label it ‘something’,
Is my existence with the world around me.
~Ivory
THE O COLLECTION
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