
Trees play with colour,
teasing eyes with illusions,
waiting to be seen.

Trees play with colour,
teasing eyes with illusions,
waiting to be seen.

Pray to the heavens,
to shower upon us love—
sunshine in winter.

A precious relic,
or decorative ear piece—
all’s nationalism.

Precious jewel, time,
exclusive to the elite—
hokum, day moon shows.

Look up and around
at nature’s colouring book—
the world as we know.