Her life’s an eclipse,
though vibrant stays lost to sight.
Too timid to shine.

The chaotic storm
How ships beg for its mercy
Unheard by thunder

Snowflakes drifting down
From storehouses of Heaven
Water earth below.

Blossoms sweet fragrance
Invite butterflies to perch
Oh the joy of spring!

Shouts of kids playing
Released from school’s constant toil
The sun paints them brown.

Wingless flight of leaves
Falling past my window pane.
There return to dust.