I feel the sun on my leaves
The sun is warm...

Amounts of acidulous acid
Bushels of burbling barm...

Rejuvenating
Dripping...

Seasons come
Seasons go...

Running this way
Running that way...

Shine
Struck...

It comes
It scares...

Poetry is milk that’s been in the fridge...
It could be good milk...

What is White?
White is doves...

Loneliness is like a savage wolf
It hunts and gnarls...

I’m a white cotton ball in a bright blue...
I can see everything below and more...

The water lilly yawns as the gentle breeze says...
She watches the frogs leaping and hopping from...