Indulging themselves,
nestled in thicket of youth,
ageing ancestors.
Comfy
Blast from the past
We light up our trees
to recall how they once looked;
luminously green.
Shady
Constantly shadowed
by a canopy of green,
life wouldn’t be so bad.
Aspirations
A larger than life
giant looming over ants;
my shadow dreams big.
Pause
As we strut through life,
tiny bushes brush our feet,
grounded, down to earth.
