
Peeking through bare trees,
an eye in the horizon—
tiredly the sun sets.

Peeking through bare trees,
an eye in the horizon—
tiredly the sun sets.

Spreading tentacles
across the ocean blue sky,
assertive old tree.

Scarred on the edges,
wrinkles of age on the face—
still, flower shines on.

No competition;
looking down on the lamp posts,
gumtree swings its leaves.