lime green butterfly resuscitates the lifeless soil bed
Tag: senryu
summer noon the stillness in the garden crushed our souls
the stench of flesh abhorrent consumed the ways of the wild
the trees uproot and the creatures crawl into hiding as if we were death incarnate
silence and then the screams of machinery battering the dirt
after the rain the bellows of the forest rising in steam
awareness and a deep respect for nature is key to ginko
mindless walking in nature does not equate to ginko
the agonising task of planting shadows in the field
summer rays still waking up to the idea of you
elancharan gunasekaran 