It's a rush morning;
Everything in a blur;
Time to go walking.
Everything in a blur;
Time to go walking.
My garden of weeds
Flourishes from my front porch
Looking very green.
Flourishes from my front porch
Looking very green.
A flat bed drives by
Leaving a small hurricane
And wind shaken leaves.
Leaving a small hurricane
And wind shaken leaves.
On this sky blue day,
On this rooster crowing morn,
Even shadows dance.
On this rooster crowing morn,
Even shadows dance.
Suddenly three trees
Have changed from green to yellow--
Seasonal twinkling.
Have changed from green to yellow--
Seasonal twinkling.
Rolling waves of green
End at the edge of the woods.
Then brown takes over.
End at the edge of the woods.
Then brown takes over.
The smells are changing--
PLant decay and faint flowers
Carried in the breeze.
PLant decay and faint flowers
Carried in the breeze.
Head in the aster
Sucking up its sweet nectar
Bee presents its ass.
Sucking up its sweet nectar
Bee presents its ass.
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