Tiny emerald-hued leaves in symmet
Lilac-pink, white-dotted blooms ra
But why shunned by shepherd and gr
In this warm winsome tropics her f
In a seemingly shy, self-effacing

O’ hard it is to be Serene
With things I deem hard to Accept
Alas to my gloom and chagrin
Into our lives vile foe has crept!
The multitude goes on with life

Leaving the with’ring remnants of
Eagerly merrily we clambered up to
His arm around his round fruit as
We saw my brother fall and roll un
'Twas hard to tell how close we we

Had I not seen you neatly spread
That same morning I saw the climb
Were you not silhouetted at dusk t
Along with bashful mimosa pudica i
Alluring to grazing beasts and sau

Some see the gloom
I can see the doom
We are in a slippery slope
How are the children to cope?
The writing is on the wall

Deny or hide it as I may,
The truth imprisons me.
But then in some amazing way,
Embracing it does set me free.
Who cares what they may say

Why do I yearn to walk again your
Much more than do a carefree meand
Or a leisurely stroll along some b
Why are your volcanic boulders and
Why do I opt to listen to the twi

The death of a relationship
hit him like death itself.
Feelings of loss
vise-grip his core.
He feels for the bereaved

If I am indifferent
A dire situation is evident
Dishonesty I don’t resent
To anomalies I consent
Woe to me