NATURE'S TRANSITION
A tree, dry and maze-like,
With its nooks and crannies
Housing dormant figures of spiders, insects and whatnot . . .
As its gentle aging is noted by those in passing,
Displays its sharp rough-and-tumble features . . .
And signals that winter is closing down
Hence spring has sprung . . . .
Whilst summer's in hot pursuit
This poem is about:
Our world