Long life lines laying 

Open. Our origin of

Growing golden grain

Bumble through flowers

Existence both name and game

Eyes of five compound

After the fire you

Still bear the same name. Black buds

Hide Winter’s bare shame 

Your ancient trunk haunts

Every sacred cemetery

With poison berries 

Frothy as pea soup

Our view hidden in thick clouds

Gloomy translucence 

I climb, clamber, creep,

Viridescent foliage

You can’t keep me down

Impure cloudy white

Cold, brittle and slippery

Easily broken