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

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.

Cup full or empty,
cause of many emotions,
often as is life.

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