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

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.

Though contained, it burns,
embers of memories past,
like fire, jealousy.