
Promising the world
alien lands on our earth—
silent farm: windmills

Promising the world
alien lands on our earth—
silent farm: windmills

Joy of theatre
worth sitting on the floor for—
mum’s errands can wait.

Our bundle of joy—
drooling all over the bed,
marks territory.

The fleet is ready;
apron’s wrapped around, tied up—
let Christmas begin.

Though twilight’s set in
our cranes reach out for the moon
human kind aims high