Shanghai 

Soft rustling water rippling gently in the cold air.

Harmoniously echoing with the whistles, chirps, and croaks.  

Alluringly beautiful clashes of shades of pink with the cold cobblestone. 

Nothing could distract me from the petals so small and delicate. 

Graciously I leaned in, appreciating its rigid eternal beauty. 

Hovering above me, its noise reminded me to keep my hands away from the plastic petal. 

Ah, nature, oh so fragile and oh so beautiful. 

I love my bunker’s natural beauty.  The engineers did a good job. 

Biophilia

Beautiful tints of pink can do little in the oppressive overcast. 

I pushed against the darkened walls, secluded and tingling with moss.

Onerous, it is. Underneath slanting trees with barks so white and branches so brittle. 

Persistently, I pushed through. 

Hedges like mazes, neatly trimmed, compact and short. 

Iridescently, the pink glowed softly, breathing life and pushing me forward. 

Lovely the weather became, slowly, as I found beauty in its monochrome. 

Indulging quickly in the beauty, it gave me hope, and I pushed on. 

Mortality 

Moments like this are few and far between. 

Over the fences, the dogs were scampering down the small road. 

Restoring the prairie was my life's ambition. 

The sharp wind stings my lungs as softly, and slowly, a couple of petals began to fall. 

Adventurously, I followed the gently curving duo-laned paths.  

Lovely the wilderness is. I should not have been here for so long. 

Ignoring the loneliness and the foreboding, I moved on. 

Tantalus once told me, “Be Brave.”

Yonder there, I think I see him. 

A flickering candle. 

Color, sound, and touch. 

A 4-year-old’s birthday party lack

Not in the lusters of forever youth.

Dulled and callous, all tied up, back 

Laden, bark bleeding white, and a truth-

Everlasting in its maxim: when the air thickens, and the leaves rustle

Fickle shiver approaches as the birds begin to crow. 

Loathingly, the swarms come, and the sun wanes. 

Iridescently beautiful, it vibrates true as times are changing, whereas: 

Corner and caged, the trapped bird signs, 

Kaladoiescope of fears, of thinned stems and waning flowers. 

Effervescently beautiful as what is never there cannot be lost in vain,

Remember, nothing is never wasted in a transaction with age. 

She adapts and judges my gaze thereon: one life to be like god, but time moves on.