Yellow lemons on the tree
Falling to the ground
While oranges sprout
To roll around
Is there a silence here to see
That which makes one cold
Lose a geyser on a rock
And watch it pop and fold
Interesting as it may seem
We live with treason to hear
Songs of fire and ice
Clashing with steam to bear
Knowing what feeling is next
It is divine intelligence put to test
While rodents may come
And dance with a few
Erupting with fervor
And distant to stagnant yew
What wonders life must foresee
For all those broken thoughts
And treasures in sand as it be
washing the shore with wars
Salty tears bear in weight
The humble sacrifice of many
Finding a shelter once broken
Fixed in due time is heavenly
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