Come one unsuspecting day when everything just seems to fall into place
A resolute face, no doubt, but nonetheless paraded in weather-beaten malice
Of a time far gone by
Searching, longing, for a peculiar and juicy apple to meet his one such wayward eye
“Fly, Sky-boy… FLY!!!”
Above and beyond
“See me here? Diluting myself oh so downright fragrantly mid-pond investment…”
Basking, unmasking, everything one carefree lilypad at a time
“… I WILL SING, if needs be.”
Please, come back to meet me right at the middle