Even the most
rotten leaves smile
For life is held
right for a tile
No need for all
the tire and wheel
Dying birds pray
for afterlife, squeal
The sun provides
all we need
With help from
mother nature’s seed
No need for all
the tire and wheel
Dying birds pray
for afterlife, squeal
Do not take what
isn’t needed
In end world,
might’ve not
rapidly breeded
by the ivory rose