
Though ever alone,
basking in nature’s shadow
you’re never lonely.

Though ever alone,
basking in nature’s shadow
you’re never lonely.

A sidewalk blossom,
encouraging the walker,
in canine’s absence.

Who is the tallest?
A sprouting competition—
in wake of felled trees.

Plastered on the walls,
is our regard for nature—
creative fiction.

Just round the corner,
behind the plush, in our bush,
a blossoming life.