You, my hooded falcon,
Once creened promises of love...

Forever
Cradled by the steady sea...

As soft the music of the leaves
Flutters in the warm and gentle wind...

Seek me not from the branches
I hide not beneath their leaves...

As the sweet scented petals slowly
Fall from the pink and crimson sky...

Sleepless thoughts of cotton groves
Inside locks of treasure troves...

Light green sparkles of pixie dust
Waft from the oak trees on high...

A single silver snowflake
Once the flurry is done...

There was a time in days gone by
When maple dancing filled the sky...

Hoarse
My throat resonates with the vibrations...