turnip

i tick. i tock.
i am a clock.
the poet stares.
the time he cares.
for work to start
to create his art.
he’s never late.
he cannot wait…

in the deep of the night
there was once a lonely rider
with his elephant on the roof
they jumped from high to higher
the legends once said that
if you hear a loudly sound
at night on your rooftops
the rider might there be found…

i wanna pick
flowers for u…
somethin’ to
brighten your view,
not every day
will be sunny and bright,
but smell the flowers
and you’ll be alright,
stay strong, stay smart,
stay lovely too…
and remember the flowers
i picked just for u!