By Arcassin Burnham
You say,
The waterfall turns bright green when enlightened
By a single tear that whisp away in the ambience of what
The future could bring, but don\'t go chasing it,
You say,
When you walk you feel the spirits crumble beneath your feet
And dissolve into dust , you were never good with trust ,
Plus you\'re antisocial , I am too so thats a plus,
As well as, your fascination with roots,
To ground they lie, plants never tell the truth , doing good
For peoples stomachs and tummys laying down cognition,
In this position, cris cross , Apple sauce,
The taste is so familiar just be glad it\'s not exhaust,
Winds blow clean Through these trees,
Are you gonna say anything else? Or have said enough?