Watching the world
Go from brown to green
As the leaves start to sprout
As they try to be seen
But all of them grow
At about the same speed
They say “Miss the forest
And see the leaves”
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Watching the world
Go from brown to green
As the leaves start to sprout
As they try to be seen
But all of them grow
At about the same speed
They say “Miss the forest
And see the leaves”