A speck of doom lingers on the flume
A stretch of darkness hinders the kind
A stream of hate renders your fate

and a teaspoon of sugar will fix it.

A tree dangles her leaves
green and lush
shadowing the earth with warmth, lust.
Her beauty stretching, climbing,
towering, yet elegant.
Passionate, her space is her own
her roots, she holds
tight, nurturing.
She dances to the sound of leaves rustling
and sways to a pleasant breeze.
Care - free, vibrant,
young, but knows all
much to endure.
Too strong to fall.

Believe me,
I'm no liar

Believe in my breath,
It shakes

Believe my eyes,
They wait patiently

Believe my word,
Strong as my weak knees

Believe my lies

Trust,
When I say I don't care

Trust,
When you know I do.