Rose Dirt
From a rosebud to an orchard,
From the burgeon to the leaves,
Choices are made and assumptions were taken,
The roots grow and the shaft is extended.
From droplets of rain to the pond,
From sun-rays piercing the mist of dusk,
Understanding leads nowhere,
But the bar of the first branch.
Seeds and stems to break the bones,
Of a monotonous ripple on the grass,
Gustling wind through the sycamore trees,
Like a bagpipe full of rocks.
Intravenous absorption of condiments,
Salt and Pepper of the earth to the ants,
Particle of dust floating atop a water tower,
And the train smoke drawing on canvas.
Insufficient depiction from a visionnaire,
So eat dirt and taste the earth.
From the burgeon to the leaves,
Choices are made and assumptions were taken,
The roots grow and the shaft is extended.
From droplets of rain to the pond,
From sun-rays piercing the mist of dusk,
Understanding leads nowhere,
But the bar of the first branch.
Seeds and stems to break the bones,
Of a monotonous ripple on the grass,
Gustling wind through the sycamore trees,
Like a bagpipe full of rocks.
Intravenous absorption of condiments,
Salt and Pepper of the earth to the ants,
Particle of dust floating atop a water tower,
And the train smoke drawing on canvas.
Insufficient depiction from a visionnaire,
So eat dirt and taste the earth.