
Scarred, marred, and battered,
the earth nurtures ground cover;
swathes the pain in turn.

Scarred, marred, and battered,
the earth nurtures ground cover;
swathes the pain in turn.

The earth’s infantry,
defends homes and livelihoods:
rows of native trees.

Tip of a tree branch—
broken nail hangs from the sky:
half-moon spectacle.

Outside my window
a canvas sits awaiting
setting of the sun