
Cuts the atmosphere,
blazing through clouds in its way—
bushfire in the sky.

Cuts the atmosphere,
blazing through clouds in its way—
bushfire in the sky.

Summertime haven,
like walking into heaven—
photographs from then.

Slicing through the light,
casting shadows on my path,
many shades of green.

Victory trickles,
on pavements, on alleyways—
one love emerges.

Challenging the skies,
poking at pillows of puff—
human ambitions.