
So bright it’s blurry,
all life is dazed and confused—
in spring comes summer.

So bright it’s blurry,
all life is dazed and confused—
in spring comes summer.

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.