I’m easy to pick from the bunch If you want to eat me, you gotta get me naked first.

What rises must fall, to rise up from within. Dropping down in a cascade of cyclical spins. A mist-born shower of tears on your skin. Above all it descends, so May life can begin.

I shimmer where sun burns feet, yet I am cool to weary eyes. A glimbs of hope waits in the heat, a hidden truth beneath the lies. Beware the deception in the air, seek the place the deserts spare.

An onomatopoeic word, perfection in a name. Imagine dropping something, you hear it land, now name that sound.

I am a hunt for things you want but don't always need. I fill your bags and empty your wallet. I can be therapy or curse. If you do me too much critics will say consumerism is the game you play.