
Stands the mighty oak
under the scorching sunshine
sprinkling shade on me.

Stands the mighty oak
under the scorching sunshine
sprinkling shade on me.

Treading new pathways,
slipping into adventure:
dried leaves on old rocks.

Quiet urban streets;
burrow-worthy, sun-kissed, trees—
city teems with life.

Expansive pink sky
mirroring the setting sun
glowing on its own