Yew Rippled

Sing to the Sport of Tomorrow like it was Yesterdays News,

delivery in the rubber-band a string of Columns stew,

bark out the basking Sun the shine of Every light,

stable the Stall with Said envelope the Hugs to Call!!

Drive the Ages Changed from Rooftops with Chimney lanes,

build the Fires burning to barrel all the Tamed,

place Upon the Moth of long a Timer to the search,

drink down the stare of Volume hare to blanket the reach.

Skip Stones stationed at found there beach,

sands of grain to Wheat in stain the Glass a Venue rains!!

Tulip lily pad a Frog thou kissed the Price of Truth,

spring Onward to the Event in parked at Festival of Root.

Request the dare in Candle light to Set a Taste for ring,

spoon over to the beauty of a Love in cresting spooked,

ride deep seat to the Saddle lease the girth of altered rate,

communicate the ever Pace that Horses do have lace.

Be happier than what has taken from the stage of Vice,

the gum shoe of the sticky speak free lib the piece as Riddled keyed,

shout from the silence that is not found for in the Tunnel it's a loud,

the Echo of the Arm Repeats,

Peace is Love & Love has Beats.