Nothing’s wrong.
The river flows to the waterfall,
to the lowest place.
The sun sets in time,
giving the rest of its light to the moon,
so the stars can build constellations.

I just wish the tree could appreciate my breath,
the only way to show I’ve used the oxygen it gives.

Nothing’s wrong,
and there’s no time to blame myself,
when my kiddo falls from her bike
and scrapes her knee.
I should’ve kept her balanced.

But no!
Somehow, she has to hurt;
someday, she’ll understand,
not all good things come from good incidents.

Nothing’s wrong,
while the world keeps spinning around.
I love myself,
as a human,
just like you.