Native guardians,
though scarred and frayed, steady still,
rooted, stand their ground.
Same trees, different haiku. Here.
The land folk
Tag: poetry
Attention seekers
Trees play with colour,
teasing eyes with illusions,
waiting to be seen.
Chilly days ahead
Pray to the heavens,
to shower upon us love—
sunshine in winter.
It’s what you make it
A precious relic,
or decorative ear piece—
all’s nationalism.
Manmade; pointless
Precious jewel, time,
exclusive to the elite—
hokum, day moon shows.
