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

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

Reaching for the skies,
like well manicured buildings,
aim for the high life.

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

Decorative cage,
symbol of reality—
for nature haters.

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