
Famished native trees,
lunging for the golden yolk,
engulf the sunshine.

Famished native trees,
lunging for the golden yolk,
engulf the sunshine.

Drawing up the blinds,
lets in the first light of day:
sun after a storm.

Crashing into rocks,
Splash! Roaring deafeningly,
as ocean, human.

Daisies by the beach;
a hello and a goodbye—
remembering you.

Atop a mountain,
flowers gaze at the ocean—
rolling, it waves back.