
Streaming through the trees,
casts a glow on the city—
greets the day: our sun.

Streaming through the trees,
casts a glow on the city—
greets the day: our sun.

What’s the point of life
if you’re lighting others’ paths
yet not lighthearted?

Weekend getaway;
driving into the sunset,
missing the exit.

Crisp autumn morning:
city under construction—
all cranes hail the sun.