In a seeing tower Dolls don't have power. To feather my pillow To fly from my doubts. It's in the green green eyes, Green veggies to fry. Its in the scent of lime, The Aquamarine ring, Its the promise of things That can't outlast their rhyme. In Summer's stay, We, foreign strangers We visit and dine Life's kind and divine.
Summer dwells on islands, in sands, coconut fare .
Autumn's Tall Tales Autumn's high treason Lies with bright colors To hide the sadness Of dying reason . The show is fast, slick. One day's warm and thick With deceit. Then comes frost, To Make us nuts and lost. Clues are everywhere Thoughts, too ripe, are spare.