The slow demise of all your flees.
The glorious disguise of these blooming trees,
The gentle way the crickets ring.
...Some say its annoying while not knowing a thing.

The things you do to waste your time.
The funny words your friends will rhyme or
the clouds progressing as they take their time.
But, time to them is not the time of mine.

Regrets that fill your cluttered brain.
The way that dragonflies play their game.
The spider I saw on my table today?
The things that make first lines okay.