
Buried in sorrow
although you hide from the world
the sun finds your face.

Buried in sorrow
although you hide from the world
the sun finds your face.

In turbulent times
holding on just by a thread
peas preach to humans.

Away from nibblers
safe in their tiny shelters,
backyard lettuces.

On cold winter days,
marigolds in street corners:
a burst of sunshine.

Waters be choppy—
battling inner turmoils; still,
sea smiles at the sun.