Tapestry with flowers
Taut heat, in the afternoon sun
Vice is such a beloved sound, few than sour
The means to an ending game, we seclude for fun

Need we know with a handsome cope
Today is the courage to leave with a kiss
Truth be had, and somber notion to love
The calm we display, for seasons of our wish

Callous was such a frank name
Keeping the winds of change, for a knowing hour
We seem, the moment's until all, is friendship's fame
Come for it's certainty's, and the face of similarity, so dour

Where has a thread of dismay, and by notorious dote
The accuracy of our lead, been?
With that hour at hand, wishing the day an order to hope
We seek the bright eyes of our summit, ourselves to lend