There was a young girl named Olivia, who was famously fond of her clivia; she turned up her nose at a lily or rose, saying all other flowers were trivia.
I thought she was waving hello to me, though she seemed rather sleepy-eyed; but as I passed by she gave me the eye, - do you think she was hitching a ride?
When you look at arches that reach way up high, and you wonder how far they go, it can give you a chill to know that you will have to go through them to know.
I watch the gulls on the rooftop, taking off from the setting that's bound them; but as they fly higher, do they ever admire that spectacular sky around them?
I do find it strange that trees peel off their bark, - is it just a protective sheath? and if that is so, and we see it go, what shall we find underneath?
I wonder what happens when flowers are twins. do you think a fraternal struggle begins? does one keep on growing, the other one stop? Which one will be the first one to drop?
It's fun when the rains are all over, and you go to see what you can find; and you see all the shapes and eerie landscapes in the puddles the rains left behind.