Nature's Success Poem by Isha Trivedi
Nature's Success
I see guavas weighing down branches,
Hear leaves being crushed underfoot.
Smell the cars polluting the air,
And feel the cold, dry wind; somewhat Alaskan.
There is no taste.
The clouds drift, revealing the sun,
Mild, unlike most Californian days.
Streaming though gaps onto the concrete,
Ever-changing patterns and odd shapes.
I call that nature's success.
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