It's All Memory

Pine trees swirl and bend;
Suddenly the wind dies down;
It's all memory.


Sharp through the tree tops
A patch of sunlight breaks through--
Morning has risen.

Out of the clear blue
Two fungi on the tree trunk.
Where do they come from?

Leash does not matter
When there's a smell in the leaves.
Just ask these two guys.



Ready to be launched
Dead tree lies in sapling's arms,
Waiting for right time.

Cyclops of the woods
Stares with red eye at the road.
It will never blink.

Cars do drive faster
When the temperature is low;
Running from the cold.

Only evergreens
Can block the glaring sun's rays;
Still the wind is cold.