More Shadows

Trees are indifferent to worldviews so am I Just growing is the only aim I follow Life is a ritual I thoroughly comply Until the hour comes to visit heavens hollow Extremes of weather is my genuine concern I’m sorting memories in search of something new Including streets, where my illusions should be gone But they return, and one of them reminds of you My sunny streets are cleaned with recent rain Trees are the ancient gods of summer in my book I borrowed bronze to paint your proud face again Now need to add more shadows to your look.