
As the sun retires,
a shooting star emerges—
another spring day.

As the sun retires,
a shooting star emerges—
another spring day.

Walkers embrace life,
leaning into the unknown—
a gravelly path.

A rose past its prime,
having shed vibrant petals,
seeks warmth in the sun.

Rats scuttling about,
no time to watch the flowers;
all of life’s a race.