Drizzle grey morning walk eggs butter and fruit
Over six decades of fighting peacefully for what was right
Tens of thousands of miles Days.. weeks… months… years now passed
Roaring into my seventies .…or is it a meow
They come from soil in rainforests desert scrubs temperate seasonal forests
Mid eighties, early thirties location gig co-starring role
Single shot loaded your amorous bowed weapon
I dream a world nor longer red or blue
Decades pass along fragile eggshell canvas of life
Christian hearts spewing non faith fallacious prose
The galaxies are far away light years millions best not in our lifetime
Your muscular sleek black body lines
Cancer has no friends no one to stop the armies
People driving in melting cars fleeing to survive
Co2 and H2o naturally powered
