
Who is the tallest?
A sprouting competition—
in wake of felled trees.

Who is the tallest?
A sprouting competition—
in wake of felled trees.

Grazing through the skies,
competing with tall façades—
small birds, powerful.

Change is a constant;
orange becomes the normal,
and worry, a friend.

Just round the corner,
behind the plush, in our bush,
a blossoming life.

Please leave silently;
let the remains rest in peace,
recover pieces.