
Outgrowing fences,
nature’s tactic to be seen—
jarring phone gazers.

Outgrowing fences,
nature’s tactic to be seen—
jarring phone gazers.

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

Like poetry, tea,
bit light or dark and bitter,
triggers reflections.

In spite of changes,
blossoming, as does nature,
spring into being.

Obsessed with itself,
as the human world goes by,
nonchalant, nature.