Tiny blobs of life
coloured green, outside the lines,
trees keep us nourished.
Trees of life
Build
We make those buildings
constellation defying,
masking our night skies.
Rolled
Roll of fresh bank notes—
happiness for most people;
tightly bound rose bud.
Cycle
My garden rose blooms,
to keep brilliant bees buzzing—
somewhere a heart bleeds.
Almost
Flowers on the edge:
waiting to burst into song,
dancing into spring.
