Youngster
In early spring,
a bud sustains
a crown of snow.
She claims,
“Look, Mother Nature,
My crown is evaporating,
Only you are constant.”
“Look, Mother Nature,
I’m here!”
She exclaims.
In early spring,
a bud sustains
a crown of snow.
She claims,
“Look, Mother Nature,
My crown is evaporating,
Only you are constant.”
“Look, Mother Nature,
I’m here!”
She exclaims.
