
Slightly faded blooms,
as mother, though tired, smiling,
brighten up your day.

Slightly faded blooms,
as mother, though tired, smiling,
brighten up your day.

Peeking through the trees,
straight into denying eyes,
changing; climate, lives.

Poking out, calling,
as toddler for its mother,
comes first sign of spring.

Looking at the past
eyes longing for the future—
cycles of nature.

As teenage heart throb,
a swirling mass of beauty—
sun setting; sky fire.