natsumihanaki20

Close by, small running stream To stand tall, let’s allow a tree My love, my child, in this Saturday Let's as a family array a lair for blue jaysScanting just seconds, to a marvel plant One that beckons with green boughs To beauty and oxygen to here stay And, gay sways the rains this way

None it's a mathematical impossibility

As I poured some mango marmalade Into my old cup with color of jade I started to drift off in quiet thought When I saw, societies are alike broughtSome people are the sugar, others the salt All working nicely as a whole, without a fault Yet, individuality still being usable to trade A distinct taste for each nation’s marmalade

One day as the sun ran quickly He came upon the white moon Seeing her beauty, he grew sickly In love, and at once her he wooBut his advances met rejection Overcome by passion, by force He tried to have her affection And away she ran, fast as a horseAs she ran, smaller she became For she was made of wax, due to The exercise, she melted with shame But as nights passed by, he tired tooAnd in June, she could take a break Cooling into a round face, now yellow Due to exiting heat, but haste she makes For it’s not long, afore again chase unfolds

Today, I won’t rat my old shack But pet my coon cat, dawdle in chat Fair daft trash with the rune of crafts Into wall art or a lamp with my witchcraftSuffers me not, that scant gold was I allot Rue won’t clot, for all vital to joy I have got Existing is in days few, too soon a lease due To hours be spew to Plutus crying ooh, oohJust Fortune as I lay in womb gave me my portion Birthright’s station given with wit and proportion So forth are my chons, enough for glee to be won Upon scions of sore effort, ever love be poured on* fair is used here as the archaic form of beautify *Plutus is the greek God wealth, not to be confused with Pluto. * ...

Rushed by whistling clock Barren days you mock Painting a dripping frockEach fiber a part of your soul Each brush tying you back whole Suddenly, rings a dreaded knollA masterpiece dyes the wall's rock, sole Reifies uplifting talk, yet opens a hole

Drifting across a purple cloud With furor above very loud Hustled a tiny rural pigeon Thoughts all on gentle religion When, she found the mantle of death Drowned like cattle, in a breath By the strength of a hawk’s jostle Heedless, health was bound to topple

I was just walking by Through the glowy town A lovely gown caught my eye Thoroughly, I felt a rosy flutterMy head is spinning, twirling, twisting It is eating my insides Thrown off my sides Powerless are my chides My, this stunting feeling Has me immobilizedA good evening madam! If only, speech could come out Where coolness been given to Adam With aloofness regard Eve’s charmMy head is spinning, twirling, twisting I lay eating all day Shooing my worrying away Next time there’s love’s sway I hope, strangers we won’t stay My, I’ll be floating on cloud nine With just some chit-chat

Out! Out! To greet the sun A dwarfish sapling was sprung The gales stroke him as a shotgun The soles of people him stung The war for survival begun And to life he stubbornly clung Defeat and dishonor he shun The earth he forcefully wrung By use of wit, his rivals he outrun His vines suffocating the young More emerald leaves he spun Greedily he with carbon filled his lung Hosted banquets after the setting of the sun Glory filled him and merrily he sung Having his rivals dead, he turned to games and fun And wondrous pumpkins he also in himself hung A tasty legacy to the relish of the faun! Though insects still bit and dirtied him with dung H...