I begin to eat upon arising
Everything seems so appetizing...

I have chiseled and molded
words like sculpted clay...

It is eight twenty eight
and it's getting late...

Why did my master have to throw a fit
All I wanted was to take a wee sit...

We ascended slowly to the altitude
Seeking the sultry beauty of skies so blue...

Do you believe the science of the
heavens and many of its branches...

Sometimes in serenity our passion sleeps
In that dimness, or darkness we all may dream...

Our little talks were like a flowing river
I the receiver, you my dear the giver...

I have never chased anything I could not tree,
that's not to say that a few have not treed me...

Just the thought of your kiss
brings to me so much bliss...

With my arms wide open
I welcome any stranger...

Natures fine beauty
reflected by everything here...