Environs

we have come here for life
- far away from busyness

collecting the beginnings
we climb hills, straddle fences

barbs do not sting us
myriad seeds do not contain doubt

we sit in getaway surroundings
wandering back through the years

excitiment in simple games,
our tastebuds are renewed

simple staples and luxury
eating spoonfuls of rice pudding

we walk through this land
bringing youth to its age

saplings struggle against thorns
tearing out the interlopers

killing to bring back life
count the many swimmers

we cannot stay forever -
turning back to greyness

joining the rush hour rush
our minds are lighter now

seperating, going different ways
sure, we are somehow aspects of a bigger self