.
Perhaps our souls
.
will bump in the knight
who planted seed
to grow in your path
but failed to prune
the olive branches
where peace is
the stifling silence
killing
your spring time
garden

If you no longer look
to heaven for my reign
then let me break my boughs
and be your switch
for if you take the olive branch
from these gnarled hands
I cannot promise
you'll see a bloom moreover
but I'll water that baby
til summer is over
.