Wonderful proud clusters,
Quiet in green shirts on the bank,
Standing tall to herald the inoffensive Spring,
Your shiny golden best is breathtaking.
Nurtured by the nihilistic darkness,
Bulbous in blunt armoured love,
Life is unfolding in floods of sap,
Soaring to parade.
Such unquestioned lemon brightness,
Unbidden in the wicked wilderness,
And the staring little man passes,
Of horror and light.
You remain oblivious,Uniformly erect in your single pleasure.