Wrens flew home from work,
Whistling to the grass and trees...

I am a hummingbird, flying...

The city, mottled with blazing crystals,
Crimson glow, lighting up the nights...

Fire in my lungs await the cold air to blow,
Earth in my heart longs to glow in auburn...

Long long ago, the beaming bluebells swayed;
Musical whispers from the sky, angels in unison...

In my darkest night,
The owls go to bed early...

Blonde hair, a disheveled long,
Swaying in the blows of winds...

A breath of life,
I am me again...

Silky, tanned, body--
Sprawls unaware...

The night rain drenched my neurons,
Thunder shocked each of my organs...

Slow, a tiny snail, she crawls,
Searching for freedom in her murky universe...

What is 10 minus pie square?
A mini pie at a grocery store...