
Spiky and unclear,
questionable, as nature,
so is life at times.

Spiky and unclear,
questionable, as nature,
so is life at times.

Beauty but scary,
overworked, like a mother,
nature in full force.

Journey through nature,
wander to find your calling,
from bare to blooming.

Champions’ breakfast;
winter time’s sunny side up,
nature lover’s bliss.

Slightly faded blooms,
as mother, though tired, smiling,
brighten up your day.