Needles, beautifully composed
In bunches- Evergreen.
Clean, aromatic turpintine.
Soaring and dancing with the breeze.
The colossal opus, opening with ease.
A gust in the trees...
- And a-
2.. And a-
3...
A waltz,
Whose moments-
Composed in a movement.
A chorus,
That's in need of no improvements
With a tempo's pace,
That's moderately smooth, and
Gracefully grooves with it.
Swaying.