
The sun never scorns
at flowers that are yellow;
nature complements.

The sun never scorns
at flowers that are yellow;
nature complements.

Nurtured by the sun:
first flowers of the season;
smiling mother, earth.

Driving into you,
drooling all over the floor;
dog’s whole-hearted love.

Strong willed, far reaching,
a cacophony of limbs;
tree that’s left alone.