On a day of gloom
Stood these purple bloom
Inviting my heart
To marvel at nature's art.
"O heaven, heavy and drab, come here,
Share your worry, or shed a tear.
Let me absorb them and make you lighter."
Said, the earth to the aether.
"How so sweet of your kindness;
My heart is full, not of sorrow..."
Replied the sky, "But of the little happiness
That you let the the souls around borrow."
- AR
(28/07/2026)
Behold! a giant is at rest,
As it should, away from the scorching sun,
Until the darkness spreads across the horizon.
Monkey Moth is its name.
Alert are its antennaes; plumes of a brown bird put to shame.
With wings as much as 8cm,
patiently awaits for the night to come.
No flower nor fruits do they need.
For they have no mouth to feed.
Everthing they devoured as a larva
Is all that there's to fuel their deed -
A persuit to find it's pair and breed.
Few days, then it time to die.
Such short is its life yet, here it is, resting, a wonder to the eye.
-AR
(22/07/2026)
