Nature Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Nature

Dad,
I like your dad more than you.

No! Don’t smile not for that
(His name being same as mine)
I like his dad even more.
Each dad gets point more until
We get to end who is gone
Out of our eyes and our minds,

Down this line you go on
My love grows one by one.

Deeper you go my lovely
Waste you see less, rarely
They were nature, nature them.

Look at our time; we’re useless.
Take the trash-trucks for one week
What will find “We stink”?