I Write

My words are all about people

I have no time for birds and trees

For I cannot relate- or am not even there- when they bleed.

I know that

It’s always my aim to show that

Vulnerable side of human life

Prone to scratch and cut

Liable to get in a jam

Stuck in a rut.

I wish to understand the human mind and why we cry

For ourselves and others

Why it’s ever an option for everyone-

Fathers, sisters, mothers.

I look to see and show a strength

People like me would go to any length

Beauty is beheld by naked eye

Mine is great and

Everywhere this I spy in unexpected hiding places

For it is often hidden as

The owners wish not to let escape this

One trait that gives them sparkle

For fear not all find it remarkable.

Can I not write of these? YaSaBa