Its still too early
Indeed
I have to make this face
Or Il let them stay 

Those little hopping rocks
Parading their multi coloured coats
Tiny dreamers like Joseph
Averring claims no one understands

Those swift flying rocks
Landing with ease each time
Quick and elegant
As if communing with the breeze-

Their master
Who carries their incoherent song
As they rollick through the space 
While its still early
Il make this face-

To keep my heart ready to stand against
Their charming bickers
A uniform of elders and children
Its past pleasing

But I've planted the seeds
Of regal trees
Hence Il make this face
In readiness to chase away
My most loveliest adversary





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