
Wintry sun, the son,
radiating defiance,
against trees, parents.

Wintry sun, the son,
radiating defiance,
against trees, parents.

Shrivelling over time,
crippling under the world’s weight—
the ageing, the tree.

Waking blurry eyed,
though ashamed and regretful—
adult? Accepted.

Scene from picture books;
eye-popping and unreal;
sometimes seems nature.

Though they be dented,
deserving adoration,
are flowers; humans.