
The game is afoot:
lorikeets and humans race,
spring sun births a fruit.

The game is afoot:
lorikeets and humans race,
spring sun births a fruit.

The mature rise up;
learning is perennial—
the young ones watch on.
Look up to the skies;
amidst a patchwork of leaves,
the sun pokes its head.


Far-reaching dendrites
invite collaboration—
tree tops and rain drops.

Owning the full stage,
limbs sprawled; ardent expressions—
bonsai stuns viewers.