the earth is ripe,
crackee open and ready –
planting seeds time…
the earth is ripe,
crackee open and ready –
planting seeds time…
when blossoms fall,
trees look heavier and sadder
from lost innocence…
blue butterfly
your existence is enough
in this season…
willow branches
sway lazily,
fighting inertia…
earth speaks in colours,
the fields of mustard tremble
with shouts of joy