I am one who sought Greenleaf where
now asleep in pumpkin spice lore
that strength in mettle sheep won
as despair in attire aflame
a nobility in crosshairs ware
allure tote freedom today
if love grips sensuality bare
as the sun shades too
I aspire to humanity acquire
that peace in the valley restore
when is love quickly abet
that barter alone my soul
and far shall wonder with obsession
a sojourn apostrophe for another tomorrow
my ginger butte fane
and paradise forever.