Who is ready?
To hear the voice that rant
Who wants to get heady?
By the look of there heart ?
We only merry
On the spirit of there art

Who wants to understand ?
the words of there eyes ?
Cloud; We are clouded !
By the beauty of there skies
And lost to cautioned
The rain of there faces

Yes! they are flower
Yet! treated lower
In them, are tower
Yet! they are never gaze higher.

© TEEGER 🐯