The ending began as how the beginning end,
Similar to how the leaves leave the peculiar branch,
Lines curled in, circles straightened up,
Words being swallowed, truth voices out.
How did the pine turn into juniper,
When honey refuse to ripe into gold,
Would he welcome her, though miss distrust mister,
Like how many wish We become One, One becomes All.
Daffodil blew the dance, scattered the pollen away,
Learn its grace, articulate manner in gentle lay,
Breath, as the forest begins to bloom,
Exhale, as the feeling euphorically doom.