
For healing sunshine,
and joyous blossoming fruit—
why not just give way?

For healing sunshine,
and joyous blossoming fruit—
why not just give way?

Combing through our skies,
diluting life-giving clouds—
buildings; human needs.

Calmly sets the sun,
despite these unsettling times—
a bright horizon.

Alters with landings,
travelling—as adapters—
human perceptions.

A shot and some cream,
their fates twisted together—
yin and yang of life.