Tiny veins stretch out,
ferrying life throughout earth—
a network of trees.
Tag: New Zealand
Mother lava

Such attractive curves;
dormant, ever volcanic—
erupts sans warning.
Fine

Our earth will be fine:
from dead trees leaves sprout anew;
humanity won’t.
Sails

Across the water
smugly the city awaits,
for us to sail home.
Sky Tower

Lighting up the sky,
optimists’ beacon of hope—
casino city.
