In 17 Syllables…
Sappy symmetry,full of possibility.New life waits within.
A slow arrival,as winter looms. But Father Time has other plans.
It starts as a slowburn. Then golden hues erupt.Yellow fire burns.
Again he blows, notlong after his last fury.Just playing games now.
Birds of a different feather flock together too. Find your flock and fly.
Birds of a different
In 17 Syllables... 