
Walking by a park;
above, the motorway roars—
below, some leaves crunch.

Walking by a park;
above, the motorway roars—
below, some leaves crunch.

We think we are brave
craving to climb to the top—
too scared to jump down.

Life’s hazy at times;
sunshine behind stormy clouds—
the wind will blow on.

One in a hundred;
tree contributes to the team,
exhales oxygen.