
Limbs spread out in joy;
master of self-expression—
a tattered old tree.

Limbs spread out in joy;
master of self-expression—
a tattered old tree.

This drowsy spring day,
dotting grey skies in purple,
jacaranda blooms.

As the sun retires,
a shooting star emerges—
another spring day.

Walkers embrace life,
leaning into the unknown—
a gravelly path.