
As clear as daylight,
though ominous clouds hover,
fall colours shine through.

As clear as daylight,
though ominous clouds hover,
fall colours shine through.

All so surreal
if you just let nature be,
all hell otherwise.

In absence of rush
and raised voices, we notice—
nature shines for all.

Seeking unpaved paths,
scavenges through the bushes,
a rainbow catcher.

Greying in stages,
varying shapes and sizes—
trees, our grandmothers.