
Listen; lend an ear,
hear the oceans whispering,
live; not just exist.

Listen; lend an ear,
hear the oceans whispering,
live; not just exist.

Chase that horizon;
joyous as a mud-smeared child
runs to its mother.

Scene from picture books;
eye-popping and unreal;
sometimes seems nature.

Looking sickly pale,
slender bones, brittling in cold;
the flu gets trees, too.

Precious jewel, time,
exclusive to the elite—
hokum, day moon shows.