Flowers blossom, blooming allergies.
Every eye, sightly blessed.
Spring!— attacks my immunity and I whiff defeat.
Nonetheless, a treat by scent.

Even us alone, the wind knows no hush.
Whispering through evergreens.
Articulating each leaf.
Talking to the river, who gossips downstream.

Birds cheer and bees dance.
Listen: a symphony!
Do you hear the melody?
Nature in complete harmony.

The creek pleads for all to drink.
Sunshine befriends clouds— yet in love with dusk.
Plants and creatures alike.
We are the intruders.



Thursday 13 February 2025