
Warming up the soul,
as fried egg on Sunday morn—
nature for breakfast.

Warming up the soul,
as fried egg on Sunday morn—
nature for breakfast.

Never turns its back—
nature—unlike mere humans;
if she does, all ends.

Watching from afar,
even towers seem puny,
mere troubles—be gone!

Though ink washes off,
haunting eyes stay forever—
shopping centre scenes.

Breathe in the spirit—
find beauty; the yin and yang
of everyday life.