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

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

Invest in nature—
though money doesn’t grow on trees—
true happiness does.

Listen; lend an ear,
hear the oceans whispering,
live; not just exist.

In the sticky smell
of an aerosol-smeared tyre
survives the painter.

Superhero earth
makes miracles from mundane—
all in a day’s work.