
Though ink washes off,
haunting eyes stay forever—
shopping centre scenes.

Though ink washes off,
haunting eyes stay forever—
shopping centre scenes.

Though invincible
even nature stays grounded;
mere mortals, we can’t.

Mind of a human,
bit rusty on the outside—
like nature herself.

Observing the world,
looking down on the earthlings—
ancient trees, godlike.

Silently pensive,
observing world’s rise and fall—
like god, the statue.