
In your face, darling
buds, often overwhelming,
nature, as toddlers.

In your face, darling
buds, often overwhelming,
nature, as toddlers.

Peeking through the trees,
straight into denying eyes,
changing; climate, lives.

Poking out, calling,
as toddler for its mother,
comes first sign of spring.

Reaching for the skies,
like well manicured buildings,
aim for the high life.

Looking at the past
eyes longing for the future—
cycles of nature.