Nature knows when

I often feel like a carrot,
deep in the cold fresh
dirt. Cold, but warm,
seeking a home.

Bitter sweet tears choking
me, like morning dew.
taste is fresh,
smelling like the newness
of life, another day.....

Crisp,
like the sun meeting the day,
crackling fire, in the night.

Rolling my body
in its nakedness, in the
freshness.

Red vine ripe
tomatoes,
hanging, not yet
ready to be removed
from its vine, but almost.
Don't take them prematurely,
but don't take them to late
as they will spoil.
Nature knows when its right.

Nature knows when its right.