
In a cycle, fire,
is the giver who takes allโ
miracle of life,

In a cycle, fire,
is the giver who takes allโ
miracle of life,

When distress descends,
watch the radiant joy flowโ
rainbow on the wall.

Clings to the rocket
a real-life supermanโ
things you see outdoors.

Native guardians,
though scarred and frayed, steady still,
rooted, stand their ground.
Same trees, different haiku. Here.

Trees play with colour,
teasing eyes with illusions,
waiting to be seen.