
So bright it’s blurry,
all life is dazed and confused—
in spring comes summer.

So bright it’s blurry,
all life is dazed and confused—
in spring comes summer.

Like poetry, tea,
bit light or dark and bitter,
triggers reflections.

In spite of changes,
blossoming, as does nature,
spring into being.

Obsessed with itself,
as the human world goes by,
nonchalant, nature.

Aisle of greenery,
cure for mental pendulum—
long walk to freedom.