
A twist in the path,
leads the way, out of the way,
to serenity.

A twist in the path,
leads the way, out of the way,
to serenity.

Embodying peace,
calmly, gently, kissing shores;
cradling tornadoes.

Slashing through dark clouds,
as an alien spaceship,
emblazons earth, sun.

Every heave matters;
no chariots to heaven—
backpacker pathway.

Bush fire-smoked sunsets?
Weather on hormonal spell.
Climate change… What now?