Have you seen Zina, tell me have you seen-a, little thing,  with hopped ear rings, writing little things, to make your ears ring. With the blue rose, shows when her breast exposed,  it makes the blue Jays sing. Lost in a world that values shiny things,  of little value, yet the envy it brings. Rather share in the moment, while I have you, than miss anything. I want you more than everything,  callabo at the least, if anything. A talented artists, given gifts to give,  awaiting what you bring.