
Peeking through the trees,
straight into denying eyes,
changing; climate, lives.

Peeking through the trees,
straight into denying eyes,
changing; climate, lives.

Poking out, calling,
as toddler for its mother,
comes first sign of spring.

Looking at the past
eyes longing for the future—
cycles of nature.

Decorative cage,
symbol of reality—
for nature haters.

As teenage heart throb,
a swirling mass of beauty—
sun setting; sky fire.