Lemon trees blossom through the reams of end
And the
                edges of
grace.
Sunrise               shimmering in the sky.
              shines

Butter screams, and daisies please.
Why are the coats of rain for me?
                                               above.
Oh, to the sun I see, glaring

Oh, bumblebees and copperheads.
The sand and buttercups don’t mix.
Cheese, and bananas chomp the pride off of our waists.
Happy, caution, the color of sickly potion.
Faded smiles greet the familiarity of old friends.
The only beautiful thing left from the change –
                         Yellow.