Birds chitter as every green structure Fails their promises of love Written in letters in an invisible sky As they sang the ocean's death of goodbyes.
Fueling the savory bite Of ala-Krispy Kreme in their tummies, They drown in their melodies Of drop and failed stories The rugged soil was a false hope, Even if they taste the aquifer's best.
They should've not departed from their own kind But they've loved being sprinkled with the fiery mirage. Force majeure was their allied forces As the scissors of vetiver held back the fiber mesh.
Both live and dead loads are alive And the ocean cries -- defying gravity. But the level has not been measured enough, The waters worshipped themselves And there's no sign of hue of Heaven's crystal clear.
I have loved to see everything enough To sing theories and to paint them in dramatic history. But as I've tried to plant another tree Life has not sprouted coz it's a different summer now.