
In spite of changes,
blossoming, as does nature,
spring into being.

In spite of changes,
blossoming, as does nature,
spring into being.

Obsessed with itself,
as the human world goes by,
nonchalant, nature.

Though contained, it burns,
embers of memories past,
like fire, jealousy.

Human vanity,
lining on a single file,
having felled giants.

Cloudy in between,
bit rough around the edges—
as nature, so’s life.