There are different ways to view the world
And mine is not unique
Through snow
Through sleet
Through mist and fog
Through fire
Or rain
Or even clouds
But I see the world
In the wake of
A nuclear holocaust
Dead
Yet so very alive
the life is dead
And the plants prosper
Exposed to cobalt 60
And growing extra blossoms
And leaves
And the oddities
And extremities
So beautiful
In their lack of meaning