Pretty Skies with Pretty Lies
How do you choose what’s right for you?
You pick them up until they dry
Or gift them when their time is due
Sunny days with silky stings
Where can you find the one with blue?
They say he brings the one with rings
It’s overpowered by the hue
Electric Nights with Electric Eyes
Does heavy rain clean rotten fruit?
You tell him you can’t water what has died
Or pull the vines from the root
Warm Summers with Cold Hearts
Can you tell him your secret?
Your garden is colorful like the arts
And lures everything like a beacon.
