The leaves go as far as they show
And flowers smile as good as you know
Some themes are best codified by time
As they rush half-way down the line.
If one somehow leaves a mark
I’ll rest till no one is abound
The beauty last long as it should
And shelter drifts when not uphold.
Show me your colour
To know your name for
No sane leaves to cut it short
And no insane smile to crochet it long.