The sparrows sing a tune
To make me feel at ease
The sun falls into dune
To seize the seven seas

The waves feels so fragile
To me they seem like sound
The winds want to be agile
To round the big green ground

If I were to dissolve
Into bubbles to blue
In current I’ll revolve
Maybe I’ll bloom to new

Orange sets into dusk
Do you have to be brusque?

25 June 2024