Waving arms around,
as a tantrum-throwing child,
humanoids in town.
Cranes
Fresh breath
With raindrops come hope,
as the sun shines through treetops—
blues lost in nature.
Tucked away
Hiding in safety,
flowers, behind curtain leaves,
as child from mother.
Look up to no-one
Expecting a life,
waiting, for generations,
monumental fool.
Solitary soldier
Holding the fort up,
arms far and wide, reaching out—
one-tree neighbourhood.
The Chaos Within 