Our veins like lightning in the sky Our scars like shooting stars up so high Our stomachs like ocean waves Or memories buried deep in graves Our pores like strawberry seeds Hair on our legs resembling weeds Fingerprints like the rings of a tree We are so free We always talk about the beauty of nature But we ourselves Resemble nature In so many ways Why can we be in awe of mother nature But not in awe of our own stature For we are one in the same Both filling out the same frame If we can't accept ourselves Then we can't accept The planet we thrive on The vast universe that ensnares us We are enraptured By the things we capture In what we call nature Yet we are not enraptured By the same things captured In ourselves We are fractured