
Divine breath of life
branches touching each other
invaluable

Divine breath of life
branches touching each other
invaluable

Imperfect as life
deep gashes in our landscape
we love and accept

There are many stairs
we complain on every hike
there are stairs at least

Hazy, the sun tries
nearly swallowed by the fog
makes it through the day

Drying up fern leaves
browning, crumbling, shrivelling
old age comes to all