SUN-LIGHT

Leaves—

Moving

green machines,

kissed by breezes,

(swaying teases)

without motives.

Birds,

jealous

of such talent:

“Why thee,

& not me?”

they chirp.

Nearby moss,

like saddened

vampires,

can’t dance—

& don’t

want to.

Inspired by “moss, love and CO₂” by @anarosewood