Kaden Nzaro
Greeny Home
A universe exists under my bare feet
Vast body forgotten long ago
I still walk the soil as a foreigner
Children bloom in soil
Fat oranges, riped and ready to be harvested
White winds surrender under its tongue
And the air emulates a prima ballerina
The friendly giants sway without care
Engines roar fearlessly
Blades prepared to cut, dissect, destroy
But they still sway, smiling under the suns heat