
Aboard a tall ship—
where our egos go to die;
bonds are made stronger.

Aboard a tall ship—
where our egos go to die;
bonds are made stronger.

Gently the giants
nibble away at dead trees;
observing humans.

As tears, rain drops fall,
ominous clouds gather round—
spring goes a hiding.

Teetering on edge:
moving to a new country;
jumping off a cliff.

Hanging out at sea—
grounded but head in the clouds,
boats live the zen life.