
Outgrowing fences,
nature’s tactic to be seen—
jarring phone gazers.

Outgrowing fences,
nature’s tactic to be seen—
jarring phone gazers.

So bright it’s blurry,
all life is dazed and confused—
in spring comes summer.

In spite of changes,
blossoming, as does nature,
spring into being.

Obsessed with itself,
as the human world goes by,
nonchalant, nature.

Aisle of greenery,
cure for mental pendulum—
long walk to freedom.