There’s an orchestra in the trees A funny band they are, uniform with instruments. The same notes rustle enchanted leaves, Putting on a show for
Lily fragrance dances about my nose like lasses in a mall..thanks Lord!
The Last Man Standing’s not God’s tweet! Yes I paid in cash for all my throes,
But never got sight, never walked, just paid more and more to feed my woes
#Pain Yes, though it is in your skin a wart,
A messenger teaching you to apprecia’e
And if Nas was right about life how you make it?
Then that thought’s had me wearing mine down to naked;
Chasing the wind surely never wrote Ecclesiasticus,
It was purpose pushed Sirach to inscribe “All’s vanity”.
Surely the manikin can’t enjoy the jolly tunes
Of the choir or the visual excitement of a playing infant.