strolling nature, i found that not beauty
or what one may call beauty is able to comfort or sooth pain
not the fields with dandelions, buttercups,
poppies in their eternal show of splendor
amaze me anymore
they need no care
i therefore looked away
isolated roughness of nature's flow
influence of human presence
irregularities, cut off members
broken away by forces of nature
dismembered, rotting in a puddle
dis-formed tree trunks, left behind scars
that caught my affection
