Reflection

I can hear the leaves falling
The fly buzzing 'round my head.
And I wish you were here with me instead.

Ripples reflect sunlight; fluttering rays.
I sit here, think stupid thoughts:
"Man, look at those photons go."

I want to sleep where those lilies grow,
Or sit here and breathe myself in,
Get turned into CO2,
And be exhaled again.
Permeating every space, inhuman.