Opax

Your leaf is the color of the clovers that cover my lawn
The same shape as the parabolas I see in math
Your fruit is the size of the ball of yarn on my desk
The same color as the blood that falls from my skin

Now and then, I am struck with the epiphany that I am not the only consciousness in this world. This realization does not come when I talk with other people, but rather when I am with an animal.