fruits in a basket

metal shavings on your omelet,
just 'cause the pepper shaker is empty.

light streams of rocky water
flows through paddy fields,
the hardy stalk glimmers gold,
and by hand it is bartered,
worth incomparable to wealth,
just to satisfy the simple desires
by sight, by smell.

when science and nature collides,
they create a spectacle that of
an oversized deadly mushroom.
and we just help ourselves to a bench
that has been well paid for,
goggles included, of course.

'its always sunny above the rain clouds,
you just better hope the moon isn't up then'