So, that, we are dreaming,
How poor could it be?
Of a loosing and winning, -
Just a branch for a tree.

Eager squirrels in leaning,
Right for jump, stretching life.
Unforgetting, revealing, -
Is it really worth height?

Birds may tell of an eye-storm,
Leaves could rumour of dawns,
While children reached sky ores,
Spinning token of hope.

May 2022