
Faraway island,
stretches on the ocean bed,
gently rocking waves.

Faraway island,
stretches on the ocean bed,
gently rocking waves.

Stretching lazily,
not quite springing out of bed:
old trees; cloudy days.

Stairway to heaven:
all that glitters is not gold,
just dew drops on grass.

The nosy neighbour,
peering over our fences:
sweet wisteria.

Unfazed by traffic
the giraffes in our cities
nibble on grey clouds.