When life lacks lustre,
look up from under a tree—
world looks different.
Up
No tears
Scrolling through chaos,
no wonder we are dry eyed—
aglow in blue light.
Bird
Tiny, red, bird-like;
migrating for the winter:
leaves flying off trees.
Being
Lining my sidewalk,
seeks no appreciation—
a daisy just is.
Battle of the skies
Little planes prepare
to face up to Ouranos;
airborne infantry.
The Chaos Within 