I was staring at falling leaves
from my balcony
cushioned within my cocoon
getting basked in metamorphosis
and I thought to myself in suspicion
the soil must be up to something
because the pile of leaves
are like teabags soaked in the land
dissolving in its fertile mouth
& I heard the ground gurgling
and spitting offshoots and blossoms
and the aroma penetrates my lungs
enveloping me in the mist of vitality
I stared at the tree and I saw
the fingers of heaven playing with me
the tree stump thumps my heart
I saw a face in the trunk of a tree
dum, dum, ditty-dum, dum
and God must really love drag
as he dresses in wildflowers
spinning the threads of grass
organic fashion-fusion magic
this sight is my sanctum
made by storms & seasons
