The outside is nature.

The outside has gardens 

ripe for weeding

With fruits and nuts on the trees

either plucked or falling off, whenever they please

The outside has parks and rivers

flowing and growing 

with no end in sight

It’s evidence that this world has life

The outside is full

of birth and renewal

The rabbits,

frogs,

squirrels,

hawks,

are all living

one day at a time

The outside is human.

The outside has asphalt and concrete, 

and is being torn down 

and built up.

The outside is ours and theirs

our home 

and their habitat.

The outside is where we find our place

ourselves.

An altered world, we make room

for the cars

boats

planes

The outside is how we survive.

The outside is neither black or white.

A drop of water in the river

is all we are

all we could ever hope to be

The outside has emotions.

The outside has a mood

that changes with the seasons

that changes with the years.

The outside can never fully be understood.

But whether we can decipher its language

is up to us.

The outside screams

of joy

and of agony.

It is unknown how this came to be.

Perhaps we will never understand.