
Like poetry, tea,
bit light or dark and bitter,
triggers reflections.

Like poetry, tea,
bit light or dark and bitter,
triggers reflections.

In spite of changes,
blossoming, as does nature,
spring into being.

Obsessed with itself,
as the human world goes by,
nonchalant, nature.

Aisle of greenery,
cure for mental pendulum—
long walk to freedom.

Though contained, it burns,
embers of memories past,
like fire, jealousy.