The air is fresh
The sky is clear
The birds are singing
The smell is pure

Winter
is a monochrome beast,
with freezing paws, an icy purr
and bits of autumn stuck in his fur

Please Leave me alone
said the monk to his monkey
business hours only

Sulfur yellow a watery burn
Created in an alchemist's urn.
Water feeds fire as both evolve.
The formula of hates resolve.

You waver rights to be treated fair
Like Sampson selling locks of hair
Or selling age to a 95 year old.
Sheep follow only to die in
their fold.

Fiery seas begin as a rift.
Water being the only gift.
But nothing, nothing is ever
free
once transmuted into this sea.

But logs do drift and beaches
claim
All that gave this sea its name.