Buzzing bees, crawling ants, lady bugs on your knuckles.
Does the sun wave and wear sunglasses?
Or do the trees never have enough leaves?
Don't act so sweet I don't feel the cavity until it's too late.
But you're not candy.
Grow and nurture, talking care to clean up your wake.
Would you come back for a plant that no one watered?
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
Buzzing bees, crawling ants, lady bugs on your knuckles.
Does the sun wave and wear sunglasses?
Or do the trees never have enough leaves?
Don't act so sweet I don't feel the cavity until it's too late.
But you're not candy.
Grow and nurture, talking care to clean up your wake.
Would you come back for a plant that no one watered?
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