
She waits for her life:
for the chairs to be sat on;
music to begin.

She waits for her life:
for the chairs to be sat on;
music to begin.

Swirling in a cup,
yin and yang; coffee and milk—
a balancing act.

Stands the mighty oak
under the scorching sunshine
sprinkling shade on me.

Treading new pathways,
slipping into adventure:
dried leaves on old rocks.

Quiet urban streets;
burrow-worthy, sun-kissed, trees—
city teems with life.