
Like a child at play,
casting aside its play thing,
trees shoved for buildings.

Like a child at play,
casting aside its play thing,
trees shoved for buildings.

Even if light fades,
be naturally trippy—
as nature—happy.

Tiny though a cat—
shocks the unwitting stroker,
as does mustard seed.

Guidelines though they be,
signs, like rules, regulations
are more fun when bent.

Despite severed roots,
budding anew like friendship,
from scratch comes nature.