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

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.

Seasons, childish glee,
times change; reality meets,
eats idealism.