Still on sill sit greens a four, yearning bright life outside the door.

Three munds high or two or one, windows block arms from reaching sun.

Day-tripper wets roots in eve; if pots had legs, whilst day, would leave.

Here chilly is donned. Hence, hope for there with flamed chiliagon.

Mum pleas are jabberwocky to ears; plants can’t share dreams and fears.

Porch with chairs with girl plus lad would complete with four growths a glad. ; )