his beauty is a garden, full of life and colors and nature’s palette.
his mind is a maze, made of hedges and old stone walls and fountains that bring relief and confusion.
his touch is the trees, their long braches caressing your face and leaving scratches that bleed and burn and attract vultures.
his entity is nature, he is the growth and death and beauty covered in thorns, he is the petals that soothe and allergies that chase many off and the leaves that bring beauty even in death.
—  nature’s boy//e.g.