Applaud me my darling apple trees
for letting you grow here on this soil.
I will take care of your apple youths
so as not to crush, bite, or let them age
in a terrible way that would thus
lead to the fall of humankind.
Therefore, let me kindle the friendship
of our Earth,
partake in song and dance,
feel my girth.
Gather fallen leaves,
accumulate them into the furnace.
Yes, let them burn, to save the
A vagrants' variety in sobriety
is fragrance superiority over reliability.
mustangs musings milling the months
among the allotted apricots allied ailments.