sunflows bloom and cherry blossoms unfurl
the sweet scent of spring does reckon new times
I see the sun rise in the west and set in the east
I see green hues streak the sky and a red sun
floating way up high. I wonder, how strange,
my memory is fogged
trees sway in the breeze and a gentle tide
never lifted above my knee, comes in slowly

I watch the birds soar through the clouds,
the pinkish tints mar the green-grey sky
the flowing river an icy escapade of colour
the scent of spring floats in the wind
the sugary smell bright in my nose
how vivid the pink and blue leaved tree is
how wonderful
it all seems to me
how fantastic they are... how normal


© stele