
Promising the world
alien lands on our earth—
silent farm: windmills

Promising the world
alien lands on our earth—
silent farm: windmills

A single rose blooms
protected by leaves around
no friends to play with

Grinning at the sun,
slicing through the horizon—
a kangaroo hops.

Though twilight’s set in
our cranes reach out for the moon
human kind aims high

Letting his guard down
the brown dog lies beside me
guarding my small space.