To the great observers
He is mister bright fellow
His nature is to be with nature
Showing his vibrant shades of warm
Many would say he is yellow
But his fuel is to steal oxygen
His habit is to leave the floor charcoal
And make the trees blame themselves for the ash
He comes and goes so quick
That only the one that suffered would know of his acts.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC
To the great observers
He is mister bright fellow
His nature is to be with nature
Showing his vibrant shades of warm
Many would say he is yellow
But his fuel is to steal oxygen
His habit is to leave the floor charcoal
And make the trees blame themselves for the ash
He comes and goes so quick
That only the one that suffered would know of his acts.
