
Bringing light to life,
lamp posts in our street corners—
miracle workers.

Bringing light to life,
lamp posts in our street corners—
miracle workers.

Far-reaching dendrites
invite collaboration—
tree tops and rain drops.

Peeking through bare trees,
an eye in the horizon—
tiredly the sun sets.

Spreading tentacles
across the ocean blue sky,
assertive old tree.

Scarred on the edges,
wrinkles of age on the face—
still, flower shines on.