Natural Me

Green grass grows
On the hill beside my heart
Where there is no such thing as time
Only a continuum of love

Sunsets high on the painter's sky
Draws everyone to it
Look at those two pink clouds
They are my eyes

River of brown flows
My hair
Waves, twirls, and smoothes
Smelling of rich gardenia

Two trees reside
Tall, strong, and sturdy
Where would I be with no legs?
Stuck, that's where

White rose grows wildly,
Quite rare
Beautiful and tender
Is my soul