Pappi of multeity huddle in a sphere.

Soon, they will empty their nest via here to there.

Up-growing will, then, be each seed’s pressure to bear.

So, both by and with roots, they will fare fine with air. ; )

Terri bested that hare by a hair—of the chin, not the nose, by the way—by crossing first the tape and, now, our spry-albeit-dry purposed tortoise continues on her way—to preserve the vibe with an imbibe at the riverscape, where Myrtle and Shelly are waiting to welcome their winsome winner to a classy, grassy—with a side of sassy—dinner. ; )

Stop and smell the flowers, but do not pick them—for their denizen ladybugs may just have some heat for your seat—some ants for your pants if you will, who, like firebugs, can burn your turn…if you spurn to learn dares to take never best cares that earn. ; )

Could this be the place of grace sought?

A serene scene for arvo thought?

Deared as an ideal plotting plot?

Will to here’s merit be returned?

Rather than from it be adjuourned?

Like value of one’s brockage learned?

Which facsimile will I choose?

Finest frame or most vivid hues?

What if I prize what they refuse? ; )

Where workfellows are raised, working silos will rise.

But, then, when sky pillows are razed, civility will guise.

And, so, kind men must not be fazed by visions of passed eyes. ; )