Natasha's art

Flower

Flowers

If ever there was a broken flower
wilting in the summer rays.
Lost and alone in the
endless space of time.

Stem of life snapped in half
so nothing reaches its delicate tips.
Its hunger wears it down
in knowledge that its doomed to die.

Slowly
Slowly
Slowly.

If ever there was a broken flower
It was me. 

My brother

"Go afield with good attitude, with respect for the wildlife you
hunt and for the forest and fields in which you walk. Immerse yourself
in the outdoor experience. It will cleanse your soul and make you a
better person." - Fred Bear