Memories

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

Mysterious

Spiky and unclear,
questionable, as nature,
so is life at times.

Peeking through the trees,
straight into denying eyes,
changing; climate, lives.

Poking out, calling,

as toddler for its mother,

comes first sign of spring.

Reaching for the skies,

like well manicured buildings,

aim for the high life.