
A secret walkway
nestled deep in a mountain—
my magical aisle.

A secret walkway
nestled deep in a mountain—
my magical aisle.

Little red blossom
sat atop a mountain tree
far from scissor hands.

Rows of wild cabbage,
sitting ducks on a spring day—
to watch; not to touch.

Twisting on itself
the magic faraway tree,
poses for dreamers.